San Marcos Brewery.
A whole week at Burning Man compressed easily into a single page. I guess — don’t know how long it would actually print out and it was a long letter.
Riding my bike to work? I should really try it, while the weather’s still nice and the sun is out late and I’m feeling like it.
Amy and Dave will be here around 6:30 — that’s about their schedule with the kids.
I agreed to a month more at Cybertel. It’ll help that this week we get both a paycheck and a stock check — I still can’t imagine the idiots who are still dumping money into buying the stock.
The burn on my back still hurts some. Got it at the demo with Morrigan — accidentally burned when demonstrating cupping with plastic cups that turned out to melt rather easily. She felt a lot worse about it than I did; though I now have a 3" half-circle brand.
“Hearts are like eggs, meant to be broken. Scrambled or fried and served with toast.”
Felt strange about the unintended dramatic exit from BM — when you vanish there, you totally vanish — but it was what I needed to do.