I'm sitting on the shore of the Atlantic after two days of relative sobriety. I've been in a house meant for eight with twelve other people; five of those are young teenagers that follow me everywhere, invited or not. I can't even take a shower in peace. Being half lit off those few shots I find moments for with no gateway to fully wasted just makes me grumpy. Something had to be done.

I took them everywhere today- swimming, shopping, long walk, helped a sea turtle nest boil. Lots of sitting in the sun and wind and humidity. The entire house is finally passed out and I'm in the sand nursing (read: chugging) this Nalgene of sweet, sweet (slightly gross from being hidden in a hot car) Sunset Blush. This may be, I'd venture to say, smoothbrained at its best. I miss ya, CA and chat. Cheers, y'all. <3