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Festival Life: the sublime and the ridiculous
The Sublime: a hippie festival The Ridiculous: hippies organizing a hippie festival. We got to the Vibes campground around 11pm on Thursday night, after a frustrating 45 minutes spent circling…
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Hippies are Intrepid.
Today I’m here to debunk the myth that the festival-goer of today (different from the hippie of yesteryear) is a lazy, pot-smoking wasteoid. From popular culture, you might think that…
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Brain-Dead, 2008
It was a fun weekend. An amazing, fantastic, crazy, arduous, dirty, wet, wasted, musical, stinky, sweet, bizarre, confusing, rejuvenating, semi-sad but incredibly awesome weekend. pictures here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/erinire/sets/72157606540543639/ and as we…
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One last post about insomnia, and then I’ll be making fun of hippies again.
No big surprise, I didn’t sleep again last night. Actually, that’s not quite accurate – I slept from like 7am to 11:30. with breaks at 8:30, 9, and 9:30. I…
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More About Sleep Aids, or Lack Thereof: Because at this point you’re probably about as ready to shoot yourself as I am.
SO! After yesterday’s post, I looked up Lunesta online and hey, oh, what do you know, basically I’d be better off eating Ketamine. OK, that’s some kind of weird hyperbole…
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Not-Quite Advice, Just Kind Of A Lament: prescription sleep aids, vol. 1
After a Rock Band marathon stretching past the hours of morning which could be considered “wee”, my dear dear friend sabominator dropped a Lunesta into my open palm, ushering in…
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