I was too lazy to wake up this morning and surf because of the 4.5 hours of slumber I had on Saturday night and because last night I couldn't fall asleep what with all the wind rustling my blinds and stupid tower fan gusting away with it's imitation night wind sounds. And I had to be at work by 9:15. Excuses, excuses. In the back of my mind I tell myself that I don't need to surf as much anymore because I have a seemingly endless number of surfing days spanning before me now that I have no return flight to the continental U.S. booked for me to be on.

But the truth of the matter is that in the back of my mind I'm worried that I'm surfing for all the wrong reasons. Is that possible? Who knows.

I hope the surf was small and blown out and that it smelled funny.