Still here. Still having french fry wars and singing in the rain, getting used to new eyeglasses and drinking rosemary gin. Still in too much pain to type a lot which is being looked at on Tuesday, and in the meantime, the man burns tonight.
In an hour, actually. You can watch it on Burningman.org.
Also I asked Lochlan to saw off my hand. Never heard a nervous laugh like that before. I'll be locked in the main house for the rest of the year now, probably. Happy birthday, honey. Your wife is fucking CRACKED.