I’m sorry, I just spent the last few years meeting new people and trying to get used to this place, and I’m stressed and I’m fried and I just wanna go home. Look, this is a weak moment, nobody’s supposed to see this, but here’s the punchline. Even though my last grip was like two days ago, I can’t stop washing my damn hands. Mark my words, I’ll be doing this all night long, probably a several thousand times; everyone’s got their own burdens and I’m not gonna be one of those people that dumps mine on somebody else. Now, what do you need? None of us needs anything, 'cause owning your burdens is half the battle. If one of my loved ones ever dies, I hope it’s because of you.

I’ll be right back, once in a while, high time to climb a mountain.