(I was doing the 365 photography project at the time and knew I'd be away from the internet for the trip but would still take a photo a day... just not upload them til I got back.)
It was not long after I returned that year that I canned that particular flickr account and started one under something a whole lot closer to my name.
Something I could share with family and friends as it wasn't attached to a blog I try really hard to keep anonymous (ish) and separate from my "real" person kind of information.
I remember coming back from Burning Man that year and wanting to be more open with my art and creativity. And wanting to get back into making art and drawing and painting. I felt inspired.
I also remember that year having no idea how I would get to Burning Man once Jay told me I couldn't travel with him. There was NO WAY I could do that drive myself.
I still kind of stand by that, by the way... even having done it... or half and a bit of it myself. I was right to think it would have been too much for me then. It wasn't much fun four years later.
Unrelated to the drive, I've been eating gluten since I left. And I haven't stopped. Ugh. And I feel utterly exhausted and swollen and not happy about it, but it was kind of like the floodgates opened and the first night I arrived it was spaghetti and I just said screw it and ate it and man I miss gluten.
Then I ate the pretzels and just kept saying "screw it" and then Oreos JUST BECAUSE and then on the trip back... when you're stranded in a small town you just eat what you can and then I came home and wanted more pretzels and ugh.
I need an intervention.
And someone to cook for me for a week so I can get back to decent eating patterns. Eating out for a week, and gluten on top of that was icky. I did what I could but gah.
Anyway.
I got angry and flustered with Jason today when he told me, again, what should have and could have happened with the van so it's still on my mind and I'm still playing the avoiding game.
I've also had far too much internet for the last couple of days so that's gotta change before I claw my eyeballs out or something.
Sigh.
No banana tree peels either. No... I mean, no banana peels at the foot of trees either. Man, that was more complicated than it should have been.
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I think the mystery of the banana peels will remain unsolved. I haven't seen any in my neighbourhood... I suspect they've been replaced with Pokemon.
If you pretend I'm giving you a disapproving glare, will that help with the intervention with the gluten? You know, I found that the gluten free pretzels (expensive as F!) tasted better than gluten ones, though.
Just be thankful you're not full-on coeliac.
Maybe the Pokemon ATE the peels? I found the Glutino pretzels tasted very... chemically?
I hear ya Jonathan... but I'm not not? (sigh)
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