Spell quagmire

I think this is the first hour I've had truly to myself in over 11 days. My time has been completely absorbed in one of three activities: fishing, working, and sleeping. This week alone, I've put in over 50 hours, and I still have work to do tomorrow before I fly home.

My trip to Alaska was great fun but it had its ups and downs. My dad and I have our difficulties sometimes, and by the time the trip started I was ready to go home. Things smoothed out a bit later, but for a long time I was pretty pissed.

We made it to our lodge just in time to catch the Lakers/Pistons game. I'd like to congratulate myself for acurately predicting the outcome of every game this series (although I would have been happy with my prediction on game two was wrong, which it nearly was). I'm so unbelievably happy that the Lakers lost, and even happier that my other prediction was true, which was that Kobe, Shaq and Phil would want to leave. Fuck them.

So we ended up catching a ton of fish; enough for the four of us (me, my brother, grandpa, and dad) to each take home 100 pounds each. Probably the coolest part was catching a 131 pound halibut as our last fish.

Besides fishing, which to me is rather boring, there was a lot of drinking to do. Every night my brother and I went to the town bar (which was kind of odd to have, seeing as the town we were staying in had only about 100 inhabitants) to play pool, plus we had tons of liquor that we bought in Juneau.

After getting back from Alaska, it's been nothing but work work work. I've started to take a bigger role in the campaign we're working, which is pretty awesome. And it looks like things are going our way. But the 11-13 hour days are pretty taxing. I think I've slept at most 5 hours a night. Such is life.

Tomorrow I go back home after being gone for 19 days. I don't know if my lungs will be able to deal with the smog. Viva Los Angeles.