Neglecting

I feel like a zombie sometimes, mindlessly walking from location to location with one thing on my mind, only it's not brains, it's sleep. I don't ever feel caught up. 

Burning Man was amazing, simply amazing. I spent so much time planning, and it all went out the window. The only regrets I have are not making more of an effort to see certain people... two in particular, although with one of them it's probably for the best. I did get to say least say hi. I didn't spend much time at my camp, Tuesday I jokingly made the comment "see you in three days" as I left for the night, it became a self fulfilling prophecy. I met up with an old friend, Michael, who quickly became my playa partner in crime. He tells good stories and makes me laugh, I like that. Usually being around somebody 24 hours a day takes work, but this was effortless. I spent a good amount of time in the Red Nose District, and let me tell you, this camp is full of amazingness and hotness and silliness... all things up my alley. I cannot wait to see some of these folks when I go to the San Francisco Decom (yes, this means I will not be attending Myschievea.) Camping with all these San Franciscans really got me thinking about relocating back to my N. Californian roots. Maybe in a year when I'm done with school here I may look into finishing my bachelors there, maybe. I just know I need out of Houston, and would love to make it out of Texas too. 

More on that later.