In a little over 36 hours, I'll be on my way to Black Rock City. I've constructed my hexayurt (according to documented standards, with approved materials, etc), obtained necessary costuming materials, secured appropriate rebar, and have assembled both food and water with the help of a friend, who has been massively patient while I try to learn the basics of certain hand tools and wiring.

In the last 24 hours, I have: obtained a bitching haircut, had some truly quality conversation with my stylist on BRC and environs, found a bitching gardener, set more of my affairs in order, consolidated my materials and tools obtained good reading material from a friend, and managed to effectively deal with the onset of depression, the kind that comes from the end of any large build project I've ever worked on. Tomorrow, I'll do my finishing touches and swamp cooler and get the rest of my packing list.

My hair looks like a glorious goddamn peacock. It's excellent. There's apparently UV dye in it.

I feel like I've gone through a cycle of seeing what I can do and what I can deal with over the last week, and I feel really good about it. I also feel really good about where the boot tracks on my soul are. Finally, in this vein: it's good to know where the limits are so one can aim to surpass 'em.