friskin

It's all in your head.

(Flint and steel.)

(This woman talks to herself.)

(Lier, lyre, pants, awn, fiar.)

I have yet to reflect upon how I feel about the experience, other than the endless violations Mother Nature inflicted upon me.

That I will inflict upon myself for five weeks.

Seriously, it was probably as bad as it ever will get for me, unless I encounter a bear.

Or chop my arm off with a chain saw.

Or die in a plane crash.

But you know, there's so much stuff to be afraid of. My teacher this weekend is deathly afraid of spiders, but has no problem getting along without a civilized bathing facility. Odd, no?

I can see that living and working outdoors is definitely going to mess with my body quite a bit. It will take a lot of adjusting once I get out there, and definitely a lot of adjusting once I get back here.

When we got home, my mother was so excited to see us, like we'd been gone forever and ever. I can't even imagine what it's going to be like...

So I guess that's where my thoughts are spinning. What good does worrying do anyhow?

Note to self: You are not in control here.

Anyhow, it's time for bed. I can't wait!

(psIloveyou.)