A picnic, a lake, a short gathering, a forest, a small hill, a beach, a camp site, a tripod, a simple lunch, a pepsi, a boat ride, a temporarily paralyzed right leg, a secret, a couple of buddies, a roll of film, a costco visit, a mall, a bucket of chicken, a visit to Roger's, a part of a soccer game, a non-choreographed sequence of button pushing, a fight or two, a fantasy of the final kind, a ride home.  Total: 13.5 hours, 119.3 kilometres, 1 Saturday.  For the record, Pinehurst Lake is far from Paris.  Good trip.

There is a reason why I shouldn't play games.

One of the more shocking things that I have experienced in the past year is that there are some things which I believe are quite embarrassing to me, and these things are seen or talked about as if they are just normal to many other people.  Which world was I living in anyway?  I guess this did indeed cause a lot of trouble in my mind, and things just didn't make much sense.  I did make a small step forward today at Roger's, so at least it's promising.