hmm so tomorrow to e-burg. be afraid. but day after that is Sasquatch at the Gorge. yum. and after that two days of Folklife fest at the Seattle Center. (you know you're jealous.) [No, I didn't make wings. No, I didn't even start.] ... thought: Is it really necessary to hate on people? I mean really, if someone wants to be barefoot, or wear black all the time, or be optimistic for once, or try to have dreads even if isn't really working out... jeez, can we just let them? What's with this bubble-popping and hating-on-ness. What the fuck?! [This space child sincerely wishes that the people could live together a little more acceptingly and peacefully, and in cases where people behave in a manner not so conductive to this puff-ball of a optimistic dream that maybe they are just tired and need a nap and maybe a snack.] ... So this weekend: Do I have directions to E-burg? Not yet. Do I have a WA map? No. Rents lost it when they sold Francis (the old beast). Do I know where my ticket to Sasquatch is? No. Mom says it came though. Do I know where I'm putting the soccer-mom beast while I'm at the fest? No. ...just no. Can my CD collection handle the drive-time required for this weekend's activities? Hopefully. Has this space child ever driven for three hours straight without human contact? Not yet. Is it starting to sound like my weekend might be more enjoyably spent sleeping/reading/painting/chatting as par for the last week? [No comment.]