So, I worked at the Shambhala music festival, and am still in Salmo waiting for a Greyhound bus for my pilgrimage back to Alberta to visit my home town, and my mother. At a point last week I had counted 194 hours of which I had only slept about 23 of. I am writing this in a state of borderline sleep deprivation psychosis, thanks be to creation itself (and the hypothetical hand behind such) that I can self-moderate in extreme circumstances. That said, while being a proponent of rationality and casual thought, please, anyone reading this, pray for me, I am tired beyond belief and simply grateful that the town that has had to deal with me for the last few days is made up of decent folk who can deal with an honest man. (approximately 8 hours and 29 minutes until I can board a Greyhound bus and lay my head to rest, Claresholme should be alerted that I am on my way in, anyone from the home town is welcome to meet me for a pizza at Douros, or a drink at the Motor Inn/Rickies, it may be the last time I come through in this life-time, heheh) So f*cking tired, so many stories that I will never post online... ;)
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 18:26:24 +0000
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