Blech. My trip to Kingman did not go as planned.
Basically it's like that poem. The parts that were good were very very good, and the parts that were bad were horrid.
It's late Saturday night, and I'd intended to be in Kingman until Sunday afternoon. Yet here I am, back in Flagstaff, completely emotionally drained. I'm heartbroken that Austin and I didn't get to have our second sleepover.
I'll elaborate tomorrow. For now, I am just wiped the hell out and ready for bed.
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