My Cobra Starship

This is very hard for me to write, partially because of the Cobra Fucking Starship blasting into my ears and giving me simultaneous ear-gasms, partially because of finger frustration, and partially because of how my entire body seems to be in some sort of pain. This entry is not a full entry. If this were a more advanced blog site, this would be classified as a nubbin. But alas!

Let's call this a sort of preview. Because I'm just not feeling up to writing the epic that the Ketchum/Sun Valley trip requests. And I promise, that epic will include pictures, amazing pictures. But right now I have to drop a twosie since I haven't in four days. I also will probably take a bath this evening although I already took a shower when I arrived home.

Plus there's a surprising amount of preparation that I need to do for the Ketchum Epic. For instance, I have to decide what to talk about, sort through the hours spent in the car to reach the golden nuggets and poetic observations. I have to decide what is and is not okay to tell the Internet. And then I have to decide just how I want to present my moods in this epic. In the past, I've let entire vacations go untold while I whine about my feelings, making things seem like one day of roller-coaster emotions and complaints. Dear people, this is just untrue.

So for now I will leave you with this mystery of just what happened in Idaho from Thursday to Sunday. I'll let you make assumptions, at least until I can calm down, forgive Dobbl, and tuck my bear under my arm and get a good ten hours of sleep.