Boiling Heart Love

I went rock climbing today at the gym nearby. It’s a very nice facility. It has six or seven different rooms dedicated to different aspects of climbing and all of them are very fun. One is known as the monkey room and has holds attached to all the walls and ceiling so you can climb anywhere you want to. I went with my flatmate and a friend from upstairs, and all of us came back to Queen Mary with sore hands and arms, but the experience was definitely fun. I would certainly like to make a habit of climbing there.

I might start trying to consolidate blog posts. Today wasn’t very interesting really; I just went to a couple of classes and went to the climbing wall. I’m not going to remain necessarily dedicated to posting every day; I will post a blog only when I have something entertaining to share. I think the posts will be much better that way, and when I really just want to go to bed, like right now, I don’t have to feel obligated to writing a daily post. Thanks again to everyone who reads all this stuff. I’m very fortunate to have so many people who care about what I’m doing, and I can say with complete honesty and certainty that everyone who reads this blog holds a spot in my heart, in my deepest boiling cauldrons of love, right next to the artery clogged with all those free burgers we got a couple weeks ago and adjacent to the empty lot where my old blanky, capers, and Pokemon cards have all had brief stays. It’s prime real estate.