Okay I kinda miss Boston a lot. I would really enjoy some real milk and going to a restaurant and actually receiving the meal I ordered. Not that I will ever go out to dinner again. I miss my kitchen and a home cooked meal! I realized though, there will probably not be another time in my life when it will seem weird not to be exploring a 10,000 year old tomb on a daily basis, but that is what I am in for when I get back. Finding my sell at the base of an ancient artifact has become a daily norm... Remember when running after the 39 was a normal day??... I don’t.
All I can think about though is oreos....mmmmmm and cereal with real milk... not this whole milk bullshit that is served warm.
Secondly I ass planted coming down the stairs in the Kahn today. Nearly destroyed my cmera, but managed to lift it above my head enough to save it. This resulted in me landing directly on my ass and bouncing down a few stairs directly towards a terrifying old lady, who I am convinced was like 1000 years old, she was bling and walking with a cane and I’m pretty sure she was an oracle. So I feared for my life as I went pummeling towards her, I mean I don’t know the ramifications of taking out an oracle, but I am positive nothing good can come of it. I yelled “I’m comin for ya,” which didn’t really seem to get her attention. I stopped my fall before I hit her.
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