Post-larp trauma’s
Mar. 31st, 2003 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzLike a zombie I worked in the kitchen last night. I could barely walk and when I did, it was like with clogs. I could not bend my foot or else I’d feel my blisters. It hurts and stings.
But we barbecued some leftover chicken and saucages afterwards, I had some wine with bread and eggsalad (wrongfully delivered, tisk tisk) and garlicbutter.
This morning I truly felt old, and young. Being able to run through the forest for a whole day makes you feel muscles everywhere and being able to do it makes me feel alive even if I happen to look like a corpse. Everything, literally everything hurts. My arms from carrying boxes and tents, my legs and especially my butt from running through sand and dead leaves, my head from sleep, my feet from the blisters…
I love it. It was so worth this. [personal thoughts there, don’t strangle me for it]
There’s poetry in my head, but it won’t come out.
This morning I installed my new software for the camera, which went okay. The camera recognizes being hooked up to the computer, and I installed the USB software, but the motherboard of this nice ol’ computer doesn’t have the USB installed, so it doesn’t recognize the camera (or rather, the port it’s hooked to). Luc will fix that tomorrow, which means a computerless two and a half days. I have seventy pictures, twenty-five really great ones, and I can’t get them out of the little camera.
But we barbecued some leftover chicken and saucages afterwards, I had some wine with bread and eggsalad (wrongfully delivered, tisk tisk) and garlicbutter.
This morning I truly felt old, and young. Being able to run through the forest for a whole day makes you feel muscles everywhere and being able to do it makes me feel alive even if I happen to look like a corpse. Everything, literally everything hurts. My arms from carrying boxes and tents, my legs and especially my butt from running through sand and dead leaves, my head from sleep, my feet from the blisters…
I love it. It was so worth this. [personal thoughts there, don’t strangle me for it]
There’s poetry in my head, but it won’t come out.
This morning I installed my new software for the camera, which went okay. The camera recognizes being hooked up to the computer, and I installed the USB software, but the motherboard of this nice ol’ computer doesn’t have the USB installed, so it doesn’t recognize the camera (or rather, the port it’s hooked to). Luc will fix that tomorrow, which means a computerless two and a half days. I have seventy pictures, twenty-five really great ones, and I can’t get them out of the little camera.
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Date: 2003-03-31 03:37 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-31 05:04 am (UTC)I know how it goes
Date: 2003-03-31 12:23 pm (UTC)