Well, it's the wee hours.
All is packed and baked and all that jazz and tomorrow we are off to Shambhala (I'd link to it but no linky on my mac-ey). I'm feeling a bit better. More level. I've found bits of myself, and that is a start...enough to be on the road to something or someone. And J is right here with me, so that is all I could hope for.
I finished my mirror helmet and I must say-it is way cooler than even I had imagined. There will definitely be pics when I return. I even got a 40 Watt Club shirt printed up for the occasion.
And, AND, I found a bright yellow rain jacket with bright yellow rain boots.
Oh yeah.
It's been days off relaxing and Fringing and visiting old sick grandmas and making obsene amounts of food, and I should say more but honestly, I am WAY too tired to think. I figured I'd better type this before I forgot and took off tomorrow. Just wanted to say call off the search. I'm out here somewhere.
At least one of the parts of me I found was the part that likes to dance...
See you all in a week...
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I found a piece of you out here and I am holding it for ransom. Pay up or else.
And a happy birthday to all.
Or at least to me.
Huzzah. I'm a year older.
Last week I was thinking... I need to call Trent on the eighth. Sorry. But my excuse is that I have been working graveyards and that I had a total of 12 hours sleep over a three day period.
Happy birfday Trent
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