The problem with running away is having to come back. And when the issues are with my own mind, i could run to the end of the earth and not really escape. But it was a fair effort.
I'm horribly, horribly sunburnt. My chest is on fire. I tried to prevent it, but 45 sunblock can only do so much.
We had fun. it was pretty mellow - lying on the sand, drinking a fair amount, falling asleep far too early. I've had all the six-year-old i can take for the year.
Seeing the people i used to hang out with down there reminds me of how much i don't fit in.
The family of my brother's roommate's girlfriend was super-sweet and took us all (Nico, Dasan, Harley, and I) on their boat on Saturday. We went upriver to a slightly submerged island and played with dogs and talked and sat in the sun.
My aunt fed us all on Saturday night, and kept our wineglasses full. It helped to numb the sunburn pain.
I forgot my brain meds. It was okay until today, but i kept the angst and crankiness pretty well under control.
A nap would be nice, but i don't think i have time. I have to take care of the animals, then get to OC in time to work at 8pm.
I'm so sunburnt my underwear hurts.
pictures to follow (not of the sunburn, or my underwear).
