Another Day

Today I milked a goat, and an attractive single woman took my picture for me while I was milking.  I also tried to ask said woman if she had plans for dinner, and failed miserably.  Like "I feel like a stalker now" miserably.

I went to the beach.  I cried from loneliness, on the beach.  People looked the other way, as they tend to do in such situations.

I thought to myself that wind-surfing would at least be a cool way to go, if one were feeling suicidal.  Instead of acting on the whim, I simply stayed put until I could feel a good sunburn finally coming on.

I ate crispy duck fajitas at a cafe near the beach.  The food was good, but the restauranteurs played a slow, mellow, 8-minute version of "No Woman No Cry" twice in a row.  It was some sort of perverse joke on their part, but I only cried during the first playing as I was busy eating during the second.

I went for a Thai-style massage.  She brushed the beach sand off of me, did her thing, and an hour later I was very relaxed, nearly asleep, and slightly incoherent.  For awhile near the end I forgot about the epic fail, the sadness, and the day.  But then I had to start the car and head back "home".

It was another day of my life gone, albeit on vacation.  Another day.