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getting sorted
We’re days from leaving for the playa. I’ve got strep (with the stupids that usually come along with it), and am close (hopefully) to landing a full time gig, so I’ve got lots to think about. Add to that a possible family visit and a good friend coming into town…
*sigh*
I’m a bit of a grumpus today. I think that’s why I like the playa so much. Once you get out there, you’ve made your decisions; not much changes. (Except that year our camp imploded, but that’s another story.)
I mean, once you’re out there you already have your costumes and camp parts and either you found or didn’t find That Thing you wanted so badly and were all stressed about. Communication with the default world is at a bare minimum so I don’t worry about who’s emailing what to me since I won’t be getting it anyhow.
Yay, playa… I can’t get there fast enough.
