Holy Crap!
So, it's technically Friday. Which means we're leaving for the burn tomorrow. Holy shit did things go wrong. No boat, not even a semblance of one. Jetta's not coming, neither is the Explorer. Trailer hitch is still not installed on van. Nor is the mead bottled, flag made, drinking songs learned, and any number of other things. I guess this is normal, but I really feel like I dropped the ball in a big way this year. Tomorrow is our scheduled not-panicking day, and I'm going to spend it panicking.
I will not be sleep-deprived this year.
I will not throw out my back/lose a finger/mangle my wrist before Burning Man.
The fuel gauge on the van will not get us stranded on the way to (or from!) Burning Man.
My bike will make it through the week.
If I keep saying them out loud, they have to be true.
Right?
I will not be sleep-deprived this year.
I will not throw out my back/lose a finger/mangle my wrist before Burning Man.
The fuel gauge on the van will not get us stranded on the way to (or from!) Burning Man.
My bike will make it through the week.
If I keep saying them out loud, they have to be true.
Right?