five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, May 17, 2001
I figure, it's a bad sign when one's dreams involve being tired and wanting to sleep. Last night's dreams were essentially a brain dump of the last few days. It's funny how when I dream of "home" I still place myself in western New York, even though it's been about seven years since I lived there. But I so vividly recall the need to get home and sleep because I needed to wake up early... and then I woke up. So unfair. I feel almost like I didn't sleep at all.
Egil's is in a week and I'm proud of myself for finding a master packing list from last year. However, I am unprepared for the actual event. I was hoping to have my
ger ready to go for Egil's, but no such luck. By July, hopefully. I have grown to HATE the green plastic tent. I want to be able to dress standing up, and to have my cast iron wood stove inside to keep me warm instead of a stupid propane heater.
I've made a list of things I have to get done by then and I want to smack myself. This thing takes place the same weekend every year -- you'd
think it wouldn't take me by surprise, AGAIN. *sigh*
is
this just not enough…?
