It was.. exhausting, but in a good way. Far better than I expected, surely. Far more active than I expected. Exhausted. But the kind I'll get over soon enough. It's my own damn fault I got my sleeping schedule so whacked I only got 2 hours of sleep last night anyways. Stop grr'ing at me, heheh.

Oh. Btw. Meet Sam, on the left (and possibly on the right if you have a really wide screen that screws up my backgrounds :) It's my new crush. That's all. No, don't get excited. It's enough I am.

I really would write more, because I have soooooo much to tell, of being a 6, and of The Silk Road, and of Charlotte and Jesse and Angela and Garrett, and about Sam, and Bob Dylan, and home made greek pizza, and stashes of sweets devoured at 4 am while Robert Downey Jr lets out his goat boy, and watching weird movies, and baby sitting, and getting to see vintage Kate Bush tv, and listening to Danielle Dachs, and forming the thought that it's not snot possessing me, it's my brain melting.

But that is for tomorrow. Yes. :)