Thursday, September 01, 2005

Resort life

I've decided this place is like a giant veal fattening pen except they make the veal pay for their food.

As for myself, I do not feel I'm being softened up for the slaughter, though I have started mumbling to myself--what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Fifteen hour day today. Very tired now. My feet feel like two hamburger patties someone attached to the ends of my ankles. I brought four pairs of sensible shoes with me and everyone of them feels like a medieval torture device.

That said, there's absolutely nothing wrong with beginning the day staring at the Pacific and drinking Kona.

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