surf session #37

Monday night. Power Poles. Small, mushy, weak waves. Large, mushy, weak Jennifer. The most memorable part was the heavy shark vibe going around.

Monday was that kind of day, though. The kind of day where, against all reason, my brain finds itself in a slippery pit of despair and can do nothing but curl up at the bottom and hope for rescue.

(Hmmm… Perhaps I should start writing antidepressant commercials. Cue “Tears of a Clown.”)

That was Monday, though. Today is Thursday. Life is bright and sparkly again.

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