Well, I'm still alive.

A shortage of volunteers, record numbers of people coming into the park (around 15,000 I believe), the depression of it being the last day of the season, and 14-hour long work day are now issues of the past, sort of, and I am still alive.

I copped out of going to a party this evening, in spite of 10 straight minutes of heartfelt persuasion by Natasha over the phone. I'm exhausted. I probably shouldn't have been driving home, that's how exhausted I am.

But, hey, I'm alive. And perhaps tomorrow I'll be more literate, too. Wouldn't that be exciting?