(This was written 10/26/13)
So here I am again, some 19 or so hours later. I'm in Florida and I'm exhausted, but I can't quite seem to get to sleep just yet. Today I went to the ocean and spent an eternity in a vehicle packed with other guys. We made the dumbest jokes that could possibly be made and in that moment they were the funniest jokes ever told.
The ocean is beautiful; it makes me wish that I lived near it. I feel like I'd generally just want to go outside more. The air seems fresher somehow, more full of life. The air in Kentucky seems stale in comparison, even though I live out in the middle of nowhere. I felt the sand on my bare feet and the terrifying strength of the ocean's waves. It's humbling to stand out there and realize one man does not have even the tinest fraction of what it takes to stand up to its power.
I love my friends because we occasionally do random spur of the moment things like this. Surprise a friend who lives 13 hours away without giving advance notice? Why not? Seems like fun. Spread out our arrivals so it seems like we arrived separately? Sounds hilarious. It worked out well, and it was super fun. I'm not sure what tomorrow (and really I mean tonight) holds, but I'm not looking forward to fitful sleep and the decades-long car ride back home.
This likely won't be uploaded until I get back from this trip, but the fact that I wrote it on the day in question makes it count. The entry for tomorrow will likely be the same.
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