I am tired. Work was good. I made money. Tomorrow, workshops. Sunday, Chiapas. Vague foggy notions in my head soon to become reality! Somehow I feel like I was supposed to do more to prepare for this trip? All I have left really is to just get physical crap organized. It's all in a neat pile on my table and I have to get it all in a neat pile into my bags. Bringing a sleeping bag better not be a waste of space, coz even the little one my friend lent me takes up a lot of room in that backpack.
Hm. Also I have decided (again) to buy a fucking car already. There are various financial advantages to this, though I'm scared I'll become a car junky. Well, first I have to pay my mom and Target back, then I can save money again...either for a car or a flight to visit Isabe11e.
Ti-red, going to bed!