Dirty Toes

Good campout this weekend (Some very key people were missing though! NOT OK). I had some seriously good sleep, which is weird. I'm getting to be a pro at this. Ugh, a little cracked out today though. I keep biting my fingernails. Nothing unmanageable though. I think I'd like to get some non-party camping in this summer, preferably in a location with good trails and bodies of water (other than my own sexy body of water). You know, give the trees some more attention and all. Trees make me feel, when I'm alone, that I'm not really alone. Know what I mean? I'm getting quality alone time but I'm also feeling a part of something. I guess the closest thing I can compare it to is when you know someone really well and spend an hour with them not talking, maybe listening to music or just driving around, watching the sunset, smoking a cigarette, that sort of thing. Thank you for not talking.