Whoooof. I'm beat Don't really know why, other than just ... am. It was a long weekend, a good one, too- the Russian River Blues Festival was... fun, but I guess I could have enjoyed myself a little better if I'd had a friend or two with me or a gallon of narcotics- just kidding... no, it was another music festival, with lots of people and mullets to make fun of, lots of expensive and cheaply made schwag, lots of loud bands and harsh mixes, but hanging out at the monitor booth backstage was the best spot... I liked Earl Thomas the best- he made the festival great for me- it was awesome the little stage instead of the big one, the intimacy, the drunken yuppies on wine, his flare, his voice... nice.
Now, it's math math math and packing packing packing for the next month, then things shift majorly. Should be sweet. The math teach seems like an amusing guy enough, the way he explains things is a bit too fast but at least he's realistic and to the point about how algebra won't help you unless you need it to- otherwise if I don't fall asleep in there every morning it shouldn't be too awful...
I just want to play!
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