Cheers

Zach called yesterday. He'd just come in from a week in the field in Baharia and was the last to find out about Dave. I think that bothered him more than anything else. Everybody knew Bass was his best friend and didn't want him to lose focus while he was out.

That sucks. The whole thing sucks. Go to the desert and get washed away by a flash flood.

I think people waste a lot of time and money trying to hang onto a life that's going to go anyway, no matter what you do.

You can eat right, live right, and exercise every day - then get hit by a bus tomorrow.

It's a crap shoot.

I'm going to go eat some Flaming Hot Cheetos, drink a beer, and take a nap.