That Burning Thing 2006

By the numbers: (Which may be somewhat innacurate, as I am still sick and head-fuzzy)

Nights: 10.5
Days: 10
Burns watched: 2 (Temple, Uchronia)
Instances of getting tackled to the ground from a fit of rage: 1
Total number of people I snapped at loudly: At least 3
Total number of people I made out with in a single night: 8? 9? Not really sure on that one.
Visits to the Medical Tent: 3
Days on playa spent freaking out over whether electronics would show up: 2
Days on playa spent freaking out over whether said electronics would ever work: 3
Days on playa spent in air-conditioned RV, trying to rid self of fever: 2 (one being yesterday, the way out was a whole day)
Hours spent in exodus line: 8
Nights spent enjoying the drug holiday properly: 2 (I was there ten nights… I obviously don’t know how to play this game)
Nights where I ran 2πr: 2
Nights where 2πr ran without me: 3
Mornings waking up with Mella: 3 (I think…)
Showers taken before making this post: 2
Baths taken before making this post: 1
Doctors seen during burn: 4
Doctors seen post burn: 1
Too Many: 2

In words:

I’m sick, but getting better. I’m bruised, but getting better. I’m cut, but getting better. It’s good to be out of the fucking desert. 2πr somewhat worked. A lot of people came up to me and told me how it was their favorite thing on the playa. We may or may not have breached our contract, I’ll know hopefully later today. I’d like to make it work the way it was designed. I kept saying while I was there that I won’t be back next year. Maybe that’s true. Maybe what I need to do is not be a part of something NEW next year, and not kill myself before I even hit the playa. I’m gonna go take another shower and a sudafed.