In the two hours that I have been up, I weeded the first part of the garden, made two phone calls to dad, made a coffee, freaked out over a swarm of ants, sung out loud, made a list containing the words 'inflatables' and 'fake blood' along with other miscellaneous things and got stung by a bee, then saw a butterfly - convincing myself a butterfly symbolises death and that I am going to drop to my knees any second and die dramatically.
Camp A Low Hum is near and I have not idea what is happening with the bus transportation and when I am going to have all my money to buy/find everything on my Camp list. It's going to be fun/ny though. I already have my zombie costume made and I'm killer at doing stage make up so I can't wait, but for now it is back to work with Broken Social Scene and [bring back out] the sun.
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