Exahusted

I'm so exhausted. I slept for 12 hours last night. I think I have sunstroke or something. Who knew I would have to leave California to get it? Anyway, I have two more days before I leave, and I guess I'm ready. Part of me doesn't want to go back, but another part of me really misses the beach and my bed and a couple of people that I like. Plus there's really nothing for me to do here. Except drive around endlessly, it would seem.

I'm finally getting over the pain of horsebackriding, which is a good thing. For a couple of days, I thought my ass was broken. After I get home, I have to really be serious about my film and show everyone what is going on. I'm a little scared, since I never seem to feel like I have a handle on what's going on. When I get home, I'm planning on letting my life do its thing, because it wasn't very much fun in the past few months and I'm ready for some fun. I'm ready to see the BF again and talk about a party. Go to a party. Party.

I guess that's about it.