Cushy bed, carpeting, TV, Pizza Hut, cold Pepsi.Out of the elements. Thinking about last night and listening to all those stories around the campfire about past festivals. Apparently, Janeway does have quite the reputation. She walks around talking to herself. The joke was she was talking to herself because no one else would. She was expecting people to cater to her because she was a semi-celebrity. Cokehead.
Tomorrow morning I’m off for good. Take a cab to Amtrak. I could have listened to those stories all night. I hear there’s some kind of music festival out there.
I am currently basking in the glory of getting my tent completely back into its incredibly tight canvass bag. Course now I am worn out. I have at least twenty mosquito bites on each leg from my long romp in the forest.
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