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I've been chewing through time at a rate faster than expected. If I'm not careful, I'll zip all the way through the seven hundred thousand some-odd hours I've got left on this crusty lava ball.

Between working and sleeping I have managed to squeeze in a few hours for some fun and entertainment. Yesterday Sonja and I went out and did some climbing. The usual workout was made more difficult because my arms aren't used to doing much of anything, much less have to lift a grown man off the ground. My arms were destroyed to a point that feeding myself was proving to be difficult.

This morning, after a quick stopover at the office, I made my way down to City Hall to get my paperwork pushed into the intake of the bureaucratic money machine. After waiting for my number to be pulled in the pristine waiting lounge, I was presented with a trainer-trainee pair for my application. Things went over as well as could be hoped for, but as expected my case was a little different. After checking into most of my information, it was determined that we had to get a supervisor. I was wondering if I was going to make it through this filtering process, and after marking up 6 drawing with a pen, and some clairifications, my application was finally accepted.

Along with my application processing fee.

Upcoming, I'm going to try and let go of the past week, and Sonja and I are going to visit some relatives of hers. The weather is supposed to be perfect for a weekend road trip.