I am ready to go, I think.
This place is too intense. The peeple too crazy. The drama too ... constant. Enough about that.

Eric is gorgeous.
We went to Bass Lake last night, and I'd hadn't been there half an hour when I fell alseep with my head in his lap. Four people today have informed me that they are amazed at my ability to fall asleep in the middle of a loud party, right next to the fire. I've been told they tried to wake me up a couple of times, to no avail.

I'm ready to go.