summer summer summer
I’m so tired, I used to tell my mom I can sleep when I’m dead, but I’ve gotten into the habit of telling her that I’ll sleep during the summer.
Funny thoughts because I’ll be working and spending the rest of my free time at the river. I don’t even want to think about what that will do to my hair.
This weekend in New Kent is good because I can’t go be social, so all I do is work and sleep. I feel considerably more rested already. I can ride this for another week of instruction and then finals week. I can.


