.it's small again.

Today was tiny. After a week of reasonable size it's difficult to convert back to actualy WORKING for a wave and then not knowing what to do with it once you're on it, since the face of the wave reaches up to about your ankles.

G. made fun of me while I tried to catch a wave today and I subsequently fell off of it. I love how the guys love to humiliate me ... as if surfing with them everyday and listening to them discuss their bowel movements and having them ask me about menstruation weren't enough ...

It's okay because there will be waves tomorrow. I promise. And if not tomorrow then Sunday ...