SF Outside Lands Music & Arts Festival

[Drunk Monk]

I don’t care. 

I had a leftover bag of corn nuts that I tucked in my cargo pants pocket from the RM snack stash. I just ate it to console myself, a post-fest blues remedy. My RM gear is washed and stowed until next week. My head is still ringing and the default world is dull and sad. I’m going to sleep it off. 

Tara reports that her first day of law school went well. The toughest part about getting old is recovery is so much slower. Perhaps we never recover all the way, and those cumulative unrecovered bits scar and fester until they inevitably overwhelm our lives so much that we die.