I miss Amy. yeah, I remember that.
:slow smile; I love you Amy, even if you never read this. :)
Oh, DAMN --I came away with a passport stamp, a dogtag, and a squeeze toy. Then we walked back to camp and ... they ate and I started hanging out with troh23 for a while and he was stopping people who walked by and saying hello, asking their names, talking about the wonder that is burning man with any and all that would.
Met with oddlet and some of her immediate campmates.
LHH. :heh: folks are talking about dust levels. bleh. :) 10:45 now. I keep spending so long writing stuff down. I wrote a lot of the red riding hood story. [little red writing hood? a hood people can write on?] It became MUCH more explicit thatn I'd intended. I don't know what happened. LHH & THH.
Actually, before I finished "w what happened," which is typical. Now to see if I can reconstruct what reminded me I was writing in this journal. It was a thought I wanted to get down. I hate it when I can't understand what people say. You can ignore it and play along (worst choice), or say "what?" which sometimes works but is often misconstrued, or repeat the sounds back at them (but people don't seem to understand intent there -- you're not trying to convey information they want. I like hypothermya. She's very earnest. :) She just showed up randomly. I think I said waht I need to. I miss Amy. :)
I miss Amy. :)
hypothermya brings news that the Apoptygma berzerk concert is in an hour. Unexpected. Cool. La la la.