Part of my conundrum in trying to write about the travel portion of my trip is that in remembering the trip down, I feel like I lose part of the drama of the trip back.
Connor, when I messaged him from the hotel room I was stuck in messaged back that the trip down was easy, it was just a difficult trip back. I said no. No. The trip down was awful. The trip back was worse.
I had thought I would start by telling you about the day I left playa, but then yesterday I started writing about the week or so before I left and I just let that happen. Now I can go forward from there... talk through the week down... or I can skip right to the day I left Black Rock City. And then go backwards.
It's odd to talk about how to talk about things but I suppose since I started where I did, I should continue going forth from there.
Plus, how crooked is this photo when you stop to look at it? Very. *scratches head*
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I love the way your mind jumps between times and places. I do that too.
Tarantino this up, and write it in whatever order you want to. I think we'll be able to follow along.
Um... so.... this is me... I swear!!! And... computer just died died. Dead died. (I'm typing this through a weird back door disk utility online thing that I'm using in unintended ways) And I can't remember my password to sign in to blogger and uh... yeah, so there will be a post tomorrow (already written) and then nada... and... uh.. hopefully I can borrow someone's computer for a while and then double hopefully I can rememeber the darn password but.. uh... yeah.
Hi.
Victoria (I PROMISE!!!!)
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