Sooooo, this weekend, I went with a bunch of friends on camping trip in the desert. It was pretty fun. It was really fun, actually.
Being back here, however, not so much. Coming back from trips, even just overnight ones, always seems to do this to me. But, then again, it could always be worse, considering what I expected to find when I got back.
I don't know. Sometimes it's hard to tell if I'm jaded, or just tired.
