My quiet place.

Sitting in a tower alone leaves a lot of time for meditation. There's a lot going on in my life right now, and I appreciate the time spent alone with my thoughts. It's relaxing, in a lot of ways, to sit staring out into the ocean early in the morning before the beach is crowded, gathering your thoughts, contemplating the problems in an otherwise hectic, stressful life.

I'm really stressed out. I've been having a lot of problems with an ex, with food, and with coworkers. L makes me cry on a daily basis. A is the antichrist as far as I'm concerned, and apparently he has a crush on me-- we're back in third grade where "let me treat you like shit" translates into "I have a crush on you, tee hee."

Puh-leeze.

I had some sketchball of a kid (about fifteen, I'd say) stand at the foot of my tower and stare at me for no less than five hours on Tuesday. No joke, this kid stood there and stared at me until I went on my break. What the fuck. He had to have mental problems, because when I called over a couple of surfers to tell them not to surf in the swim zone, he punctuated my tired lecture with, "YEAH!!! NO SURFING IN THE SWIM ZONE!!!!!!" Bwah? Christ, people are weird.

I also think bocce ball should be banned within my eyesight. Because good lord, if people are playing bocce ball, it is damn near impossible for me to keep my eyes on the water. And it's such a stupid game! If you've never played, it's okay, because the rules are simple: everyone gets a certain color of ball. You get two balls. There's a white ball. Someone throws the white ball. Then everyone else throws their colored balls at the white ball. Whoever gets their colored ball closest to the white ball gets to throw the white ball next round. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

And I can't. stop. watching. Agh!

It's like my life depends upon whether or not blue ends up closest to that bloody white ball. It's a fucking stupid game. It's like bowling, but without the bad shoes. It's like horseshoes, but without the stupid "horseshoes and hand grenades" proverb. Guh! Kill me already.

Isn't it September yet?