Aaahhhhhh, pay day. After overdrawing my checking last week and doing a super speedy transfer to avoid being charged, I was quite relieved today to add to that lonely $5 in there. Maybe now I can do some Christmas shopping (ugh).


For those of you coming back this way for break: I've been warming up the booths at Haggen's the past few nights. I talked with Kira, Will, and Amber late Sunday night and found myself back there on Monday night with Chris Neihbauer.


On Tuesday, Chris and I had the great idea to go hike Mt. Pilchuck and find some snow. (This is a test, this is only a test.) Thankfully it rained the entire time and we were so soaked and cold at the half way point that we decided that we had had enough trudging through a measly 1 foot of snow. (This has been a test of the online sarcasm system.)


So today I decided to seek out therapy for my dwindling dreams of snowboarding: I checked out an 80's skiing film titled "Into the Snow Zone." It came complete with horrible music, huge hairdo's, bright colored full-body ski suits, and beautiful, beautiful, untracked powder. This film was a joke compared to a Warren Miller film, but it was enough to make me feel better about this season.


So how do you dismantle an atomic bomb?
Isaac