Did circus in the morning. While I was working with Marco, I notice Zack (the trainer at the gym, and surf fanatic) walk past where I was with blood down the back of his head and down his back and side. I asked him what happened and he non-chalantly answers, 'got hit in the head with a surf board, no big deal'... then more people start to notice and freak out. Eventually he gets the information about which hospital is the right one for him to go to with his insurance and someone takes him. He ends up having to stay overnight and returns with stitches and told to stay out of the water for a few days.
I walked down the beach with Simon & Cynthia to have lunch. We went to Lazy Dog and it wasn't nearly as good as the first time I went. I felt bad for suggesting the place and then having such a disappointing meal.
Came back and did trapeze in the afternoon and almost caught the bar again on the catch. So close!
That night, I felt like I needed some quiet time to myself and found my own secret spot and just sat and watched the stars for a couple hours, listening to the world going on around me. I think this was probably the night most of my bug bites came. I'm sure my spot wasn't very secret, but most people didn't seem to see me, and I'm pretty sure the night watchman knew where I was and was willing to look the other way as long as I wasn't getting into any trouble.
