I'm tired.
Wordstock III did a number on me, and as much as I miss EVERYONE (no, not EVERYONE), I'm just glad to be back.
I can still see the faces of my siblings when I walked through the back door. I know they missed me as much as I missed them. Monty and Sammy got a haircut, Danny has a potbelly, and Gabriel is slightly heavier. It seems Jeanne D'arc hasn't changed.
I'm tired. I feel slovenly and dirty, and washing the sticky lolipop liquid on my arm is out of the question, since it would also wash away "Kisses, Leila." I hope Leila appreciates the lack of hygiene my arm will receive in order to preserve her manuscript.
As some of you may have already guessed, no, I didn't keep a log. I'll just have to write about Wordstock and the trip there and back by calling on my memory banks. Expect some posts on the aforementioned topics sometime soon.
I'm tired.
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4 comments:
Wow! It sounds like you had a VERY long trip, Wordstock ended...uhh, ten days ago.
It was fun, wasn't it?
Gio.
I made it home seven days after Wordstock ended. Not counting Wordstock, I was on the road for about eleven days.
Yeah, sure as heck.
After having my hosting go down on me (no pun intended), I have decided touse a blog hosting service, as they tend to be more stable.
Find me at http://dsan.wordpress.com
And for the fourth time (fourth or fifth, I forget) I will update your link.
Maybe next time you switch, you can just email me with the new address.
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