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Back from Trillium. Arms a little stiff, but not really in pain. Had a nice relaxing weekend. Met some cool people. Got just the teeniest bit of pinkness from the sun this morning (But discovered The Most Kickass Sunscreen EVER) did some shopping in a tiny little random town in West Virginia. Had plenty of amusing moments. And bison burgers. There were bison burgers. And strawberries to kill for. And pineapple.

And I'm going to Barnes And Noble now. More later or something.

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My brain is fried. There's a little too much going on within it right now, and a lot of it I want to post about, but I need to sort it all out.

I'll leave you with this song (well, the lyrics) that I just heard for the first time this weekend, thanks to Chris who sang it around the fire on Friday night, and then again yesterday afternoon while walking around the campground, and then played the song on CD for me this morning. It's by Warren Zevon and has a really simple, beautiful melody. It first made me think of so many Alpha Phi Omega gatherings, and I am surprised to have never heard it at any.


Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they've had
To keep me from thinking of mine

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in Time
I'm lucky to be here
With people I like
Who maketh my spirit to shine

Don't let us get sick
Don't let us get old
Don't let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

Okay...I need to sleep and sort out my brain.

Aw, Hell No.

*Grumble* *kicks self*