I received my first failing grade on an assignment. F as in F*****tard.
I missed a shift that I was supposed to cover for someone yesterday.
I am supposed to be at a bridal shower, but I got lost on my bike in Walnut Creek. Literally the two different directions each had a non- discoverable street.
BUT there are some play things - free mumlers show, free yeasayer show, and luda on repeat keeps me feeling ok. I hate when there are a couple days, where everything is leaving me saying WHAT THE F^%*!!!! and causes me to drink massive amounts of tequilla and forget, then question my purpose in life. Should I really be in library school?
So... I have no idea why I read through this thing. It started off so promising, and ended up more as a history/anthro lesson... and sorry to spoil, but the lost city of Z is still a theory. The writer, who went to search for this city, found what anyone else would expect to find in the Amazon - heat, tribesmen, and trees. Okay it wasn't that bad. I really did like the stories of the disappearing explorers, cannibals, flesh consuming diseases, and the thrill every one of the explorers had of discovering the unknown. P.H. Fawcett is the main guy here, not the writer at all (even though it starts off as his planned exploration)... I am seriously shaking my head. Here is Fawcett looking like a San Franciscan.
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