A final farewell

Possibly. On Wednesday (that's Tuesday for youse foreign losers) I'm leaving on some trip to the middle of the friggin' desert with some old aboriginal dude and a bunch of sexually-experimental bis.

Actually I dunno about that last bit, but I bet they are. The sort of people that come on a trip like this usually have dreadlocks and thinking hugging a tree brings you closer to nature, as does working your way methodically through everything in The Joy of Tantric Sex.

See, some Ananda Marga people or w/e are organising this trip to the middle of the Kimberley, to build a garden or school or something at some kind of community. Sure, it's hippy bullshit, but I get to see the Kimberley, and it's meant to be a pretty awesome place.

Apparently there's internet out there, so I should be able to check in here occasionally, but I don't know for sure or how often I can use it.

I'll probably be back in September, but - well, things can happen out there. I may not come back at all. And in case I don't, I want you all to know how much you mean to me.

You're a part of my life. My online maturity at least has increased drastically since I came here. Thank for everything. I love you all.