Well in Jacksonville, Florida now grinding away 350 feet up, 40 knots, 7 hours a day till the middle of November...  God this job is dragging.  
I got to go to Gettysburg and stand in a field where over 130,000 men lost their lives.  Thousands of monuments scattered and looming across fields where different regiments fought and died.  No particular order, no particular reason but to remind you of the unfortunate, despondent event that took place.  And without sounding naive I cannot understand why these things happen and why people seem to think it is just human nature.  Such a sad excuse.
But fear not, when those gloomy sad face feelings start to creep up you can go into town and grab a Jamba Juice, drown that ugly feeling away and turn that frown upside down!  Maybe some Mini golf and some outlet shopping will do the trick?!?!  America... Fuck yea.