At some point you have to look at your life and ask “is this where I thought I would end up at 7:30pm on a Saturday night?” The short answer to this question is no. With out a doubt from any perspective I am a wreck, sitting in my small room eating processed meats and mozzarella cheese from their containers, sipping on my plastic cup full of apple juice I poured for myself this morning, while a pot full of steamed apples await from last nights “fire alarm initiating” attempt to make a pancake feast all the while listening to ant & dec reminding me of the need to get ready to rumble on repeat is by no means anyones dream start to the night. However after arising at 6am this morning for a day of shredding the fake snow of blue mountain I believe I have earned the right  to treat myself besides from all the survival skills my parents have taught me, it is best to just steer into the crash and hope for the best. The best being this is amazing and no one can take it away from me… maybe food poisoning.