I feel like the purpose of this weekend was to test my limits when it comes to patience, and disappointment. I’m ready for it to be over with. I didn’t have a fire last night – the tide won. I didn’t even smoke the joint I rolled while talking with Holly about how much I was looking forward to going to sit at the fire. I’m about to go do that now. I slept most of the night, and woke up around 2am to discover that the file I had left transferring, which prevented me from doing anything else with my machine (I hate you skype, you POS), had crapped out just before finishing. So, that’s a bunch of hours wasted that I could have been working.

Today, I’m either going to get some work done, or try and overdose on pot and juice. One of those is possible, I’m sure. I suppose I already did some work – I designed that house up there for James. It looks like a peace sign. I need to get together with him now to find out how to make it work. I need to add some supports to where the roofs meet, but I’m not sure where, or what type of joints to use. I thought getting to this point was going to take me 5 minutes but, I’ve been up working on this since 7am. I’m frustrated and miserable and haven’t smoked pot since yesterday afternoon sometime.