leaving for burning man and I'm not afraid. i have binoculars and my cape and my fangs.

500 people in 100 seconds.

And with that, I leave for the desert. Jordan's due here any minute and all of my things are packed. We're hoping to stop in Tacoma on the way down, so Andrew and I can finally meet, but as I haven't heard from him yet, it may be something we'll do on the way back. Our only other stop is Reno, to shoot some cards and try a slot machine, just because we can and never have. It feels strange to be going this alone, like I should be waiting for Tony to get home before taking off, but he left yesterday, it's only the echo of our past relationship that's reverberating through the walls. Nicholas stayed over last night, kidnapped from a party room at PAX, and said he's not sure he could do such a thing, sleep comfortably in a place he used to live with a partner. "Too many ghosts", he said. Maybe that's it. At any rate, I'm leaving, and I won't be on-line for awhile.

I love you all. I wish you all well. Be happy. Be safe. I'll try to see you soon.