A Treasure Found at Home

i probably should work for a bit more before i sign off for the night, but i am really really hungry. for two days i’ve been really hungry. and i haven’t had much time to eat frequently… since i still can’t eat a LOT at one sitting.

i also really want to shop. i want new shoes and new dresses and new jeans and new shirts and new pants and… for no particular reason. i hardly ever wear the dresses and skirts i have now, so i know i shouldn’t buy more of those. and shoes?… well, i probably don’t *need* any more of those, either. plus, there’s the money aspect of the whole shopping thing, no?
i was super good about finding a whole suitcase sized duffle bag full of stuff to give to out of the closet. actually, a duffle bag plus, but flo took some stuff she liked and her mom took some stuff she thought flo’s little sis would like or need for work.

plans for the camp keep a changin’. sp guy might make it up mid week, if all goes well. we’ve had another person drop out. we won’t be able to bring as much up for shady bits, but i think we can still make something work pretty easily.

the end of this week is going to be a lot of burn prep. i’m taking g to sp guy’s house to get settled in so sp guy can watch him for the few days he’s not on the playa and whomever house/walter sits can galahad sit, too! that’s if they get along. g’s getting old and change is not his most favouritist thing so much. luckily, i do have a backup cat lover in the city. i also need to plan with flo when/where we’re packing the 4runner.

of course it would be easier for me to take my stuff to sp guy’s garage and sort through it there and load it from there (i think, would it really?) but how would that work for flo? and if we pack our stuff up here, how do we get the shady bits? will we still need a trailer or roof container? are we taking freelance malcontent’s bike? if not, when/how do i get it back from sp guy’s house to him.

none of this should be considered too closely on and empty stomach. i’m heading out for a snack on my way to sushi with tpos.

people are dropping out of our camp. actually, all but two ‘drop outs’ are people who were big maybe’s anyhow and were coming from canada. i can’t say i’m too unhappy about less people to support who can’t help with building.

one of the more sure dropouts was someone who suggested a lot of things for us here in sf to build, but sorry, she couldn’t do any of it cause she was in canada and by the way didn’t plan on participating a whole heck of a lot once we were there. er? she ended up in a much bigger camp which had more cool things to look at and hang out at and seems a much better fit for her overall.

now sp guy is probably backing out, too. the problem at work isn’t getting solved as quickly as he would like, even though he spends almost all his time on it. i’m irked at that guy who didn’t do what he said he was doing and now i don’t get to go to dinner with my guy very often, or movies, or burning man, or even burning man shopping! i just get to go down to his place and use his garage and see him come out for snacks and be stressed and that’s pretty much that.  sure, sp guy can get overly pissy sounding sometimes; i’ve heard him on the phone and it’s not fun. but i think spending a year and a half on a project means you should have some usable code. and when it’s discovered for the second time in two months that what you’ve been doing is completely unsuable, and someone has to stay up till four in the morning the night before a conference fixing your work so you have a usable demo, then sneaking in to the office when no one is around and taking your things and resigning in email instead of face-to-face is the chicken’s way of dealing with it.

i’m so mad at this guy! because he was selfish my new relationship is harder than it has to be and my burning man plans are having to change last minute. let this be a lesson to you (and to me). if you don’t know what you’re doing at work… tell someone sooner rather than later, before things get all fucked up and you waste everyone’s time.

i think i’ve just becme the sf resident co-lead of what is going to be a very cool camp. we’re out of the conexus village, but this just feels right.

anyone who has some old luggage they don’t want back, please contact me.

wow. yeah. there’s that old feeling of buring man sitting in my heart. this is goodness.