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I have officially hit the Burning Man wall. The hard, unyielding surface of limited finances and patience. This event is a royal pain in the ass. It stresses me out. At a certain point, it ceases to be fun and becomes more like a chore. I'm *close* to that point. Very close.

I have no idea how to feed myself in the desert. How to relate to weird, strange, hipper than thou hipsters. How to keep dust out of EVERYTHING. How to declare a detente in the fashion arms race. How to pay for all of the assorted crap that is part and parcel to the Burning Man experience. How to play nice with the other kids. How to keep my Red Bull cold on the playa so that I can avoid the skull-splitting punishment of abstinence. It's all a fucking mystery and I have until Monday to figure it out. Monday morning, to be more precise.

Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I don't know if I can take the RV, which means I don't know if I'm giving people rides up, which means I don't know how to budget my gas or time...yet.

And I feel so f*&king fat today. I'm sure I won't be able to get my fat ass into any of the costumes I've so lovingly assembled.

And I don't have any money. No sir, none.

I'm so frustrated. And tired. And broke.

Where's the goddamned Burning Man fairy when you need her?

Sheesh.

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Someone kick my ass about China please.

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My oldest younger sister has taken to calling the youngest sister "slut."

This is a problem.