clean, finally

It feels quite good to be clean. I left early, before everyone else. They went on the river again, which I thought I was going to do, too, until this morning when I woke up exhausted and with back pains and body pains and surgery-scar pains. And I thought the most prudent thing to do would be to skip the river and go home and shower and rest so that I would be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for work on Monday morning. Also I was kind of weepy and homesick and I just wanted to go home and wash the nature out of my hair. I get homesick really easily and really quickly. Usually after about four days vacation stops being fun and I start just wishing I were home. I know why I'm like that. I'll probably write about it later. I've been dissecting myself for a very long time, and I have a good handle on my inner workings (not physically, apparently, since I was walking around for months with a gallbladder bomb).

I decided to skip the second float, of course, after I had already told Mom she could come and float with us. So Kate and Emily get to float with Mom, I mean Nancy, without me. Good thing my mom is cool and hilarious.

I did have a very good time camping. I think the best part was the tent. And the campfire. And the chatting. I had a good time. I think it was especially good for my first real camping-in-adulthood adventure, even though there were lots of bugs, and even though people thought it would be cool to play their shitty music really loud. It's ok, though. The last night we were there the people in the campsite next to us busted out their acoustic guitar and played some nice songs, including "Let it Be" and "What I Got" (the Sublime song). I liked that, and I sang along in my tent and let them serenade me to sleep.

The worst parts of camping were the bugs (due to my phobia of bugs getting in my hair), having to share a port-a-potty with drunk boys who can't aim (and I seriously thought I was through with floor pee-ers when I stopped living with Jacob), and the fact that I brought all of my medicine except my Prozac. But those are minor things. Camping was still really special and awesome.

Yes. Great fun. And no one got horror-movie murdered or anything like that. All in all, a smashing success.