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using my head first

using my head first

This weekend I walked into a window with my head. I distinctly remember feeling overcome with this wave of anger, as if someone samurai hacked the top of my head with a bat - until I realized I had done it to myself. I was trying to air out the rainfly from recent my camping trip, and the only reasonable place was the “porch” area by the back staircase. I had swung open the window so that I could drape the rainfly over the bottom part of the wall. 
 
Four minutes later I was walking back up the stairs after taking the trash out, feeling incredibly out of shape. Breathing heavily and completely forgetting about the whole rainfly business, I was taking my sweet time going up those two flights of stairs step… by … step, until WHAM. 

Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep. Is my head bleeding? 
 
It feels better when I press on it. A weird reminder of how I immediately wanted to blame someone else. 
 
Later that night I turned too close to the door frame and smacked into it with my eyebrow. I remember immediately thinking - nope, that was me.
 
 

cheesy weekend getaway

cheesy weekend getaway

the dream team

the dream team