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September 5, 2010
Today we jumped dirt bikes over a bonfire (livened up by random splashes of gasoline) at the sands in the Northern Keweenaw. It's great hanging with the good ole' boys. The accents and the booze and the fun ran free. What a wonderful relief from the drone of incomprehensible professors.

Yet at the end of the day, I am exhausted. The introvert in me can't take the crowd for long. Even when it's only 15 or so. With mumbled excuses and a hasty escape, I'm finally alone.

Silence. Rest.

Then the phone call.

The perfect end to an eventful day.