George called me up to go hiking. Now, last year at this time we went up to Castle Rock and to our complete surprise it was snowing there, which made for an awesome trek - one of the best I've been on. We stayed overtime and got issued a ticket by the ranger for staying past dark, which is the mark of real men since we could have died according to the officer.
None of that this Christmas. It was as sunny as a Pixar movie and the place was CROWDED. What the hell. Where did all these godless heathens who don't celebrate Christmas come from? George and I even ran into a girl we knew from high school among the horde. When asked about what I'm doing these days I told her I'm a mercenary for hire. She just stared at me. After that George told me, "Uh, next time we talk to a girl you probably shouldn't tell her you're a mercenary, or you'll weird her out." Fine by me. But we ended up leaving early because all the people were ruining the hike. Instead we hung out at my place and played Einhander on Playstation, which kicked ass. I count that as mental training.
Did I mention I hate Christmas?