Day Forty Nine.
After quite possibly the worst night sleep I've had in some time (I felt like I was going through my hangover as I was trying to sleep), my day has somehow been quite productive, and fun.
Ended up going to this random spot with this sign that said: "Don't go down when it's wet".
So, in true nieve fashion, I went down.
And to make matters worse, the van - also known as White Fang - has fuck all grip.
After a naked swim, and a dump on the epic secluded beach it was time to try and get up that fucking hill.
99% of the hill had to be taken in first gear, and then we got to the bit where there was just fucking mud everywhere. At full revs and a car full of people, we ground to a halt. Fuck.
But thankfully, after backing White Fang back up and dropping the rest of the crew outside the van, at full pelt the van made it. Just.
Was fun though :)
Other than that, went to the swimming pool to wash my balls and gary properly for the first time in over a week, and checked out one of the hot lifeguards (I think she was into me too, just sayin).
What I did good
What I did bad
Tasks for tomorrow, to be better than I was today:
Want to do read my new book Dante's Inferno, I think it's going to be insane.