Today I did a little bit of work, discovered it might now be getting me anywhere, then went to the village with David. I got some groceries and some blunt wraps, then tried to fix my bike when we got home. I failed. I went down to the beach, did some juggling, left my juggling rocks there for someone else to find.

I went back to the beach later, and found some neat stuff. I found some shells I’ve never seen before, and met a couple hermit crabs.

And then last night to add to my weekend getting fucked, the irony involved in that, and a bee stinging my foot, I had a terrible dream about Holly. I don’t get why I’m dreaming so much these days, but it’s definitely interesting. I woke in a shitty mood, but as the day went on I felt much better. I designed part of James’ house, and tried to get a hold of him to finish it with me this afternoon, but he wasn’t around, so I’ll try again tomorrow.

Oh, and up top there is a photo of where I plan to spend my night. I found a bunch of driftwood, and a butt someone cut of a log they shouldn’t have. Made a stool, and set up a fire. Now I’m just taking to a beautiful, patient lady, then I’m hoping to get that fire lit before either the tide washes it away, or it starts to rain.

Also, I found five bucks on my way back from the beach. Hooray!