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The ambien seems to have only half-kicked in tonight. Apparently in the battle sunburn vs ambien, sunburn wins.

But it was an 80% awesome day. My cousin and her fiancee made us french toast, and then we walked to a beaver dam with them and their dog, and then we hung out at the stowe farmer's markets, which is much Bigger Deal than anything Somerville has to offer. It's in a huge field, and something like a farmer's market with a food festival and an art festival attached I petted at least a dozen dogs, bought some flavored honey, fell in love with an expensive necklace, ate some awesome food, and bought presents for the lovely lady catsitting for me and my ladyfriend.

There are some bumps in the road, though, and I'm not certain yet if the rest of the vacation will have to be canceled. I'm hoping not, but we have to do what's best for both of us, not just for me.

I've seen both Iron Man 2 and a high school battle of the bands in the past couple days. Both were very entertaining in entirely different ways. Teenagers have such shiny hair. Also, I always want to think Pepper Potts is a badass, but she really isn't.

Light's asleep next to me in our enormous kingsized bed here at the Inn. My side has a stepstool just to get into the bed. And I'm starting to imagine the sound of crying kittens, so I should probably just try to doze off.

This is what I wrote last night, when the last vestiges of common sense told me to shut the computer down rather than actually post something I wasn't really capable of self-edit at the moment. It's much, much less bad than I was imagining. Except for the part where I've done something magical with the formatting and the last word won't stop having a carriage return. Or something.

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The ambien seems to have only half-kicked in tonight. Apparently in the battle sunburn vs ambien, sunburn wins.

But it was an 80% awesome day. My cousin and her fiancee made us french toast, and then we walked to a beaver dam with them and their dog, and then we hung out at the stowe farmer's markets, which is much Bigger Deal than anything Somerville has to offer. It's in a huge field, and something like a farmer's market with a food festival and an art festival attached I petted at least a dozen dogs, bought some flavored honey, fell in love with an expensive necklace, ate some awesome food, and bought presents for the lovely lady catsitting for me and my ladyfriend.

There are some bumps in the road, though, and I'm not certain yet if the rest of the vacation will have to be canceled. I'm hoping not, but we have to do what's best for both of us, not just for me.

I've seen both Iron Man 2 and a high school battle of the bands in the past couple days. Both were very entertaining in entirely different ways. Teenagers have such shiny hair. Also, I always want to think Pepper Potts is a badass, but she really isn't.

Light's asleep next to me in our enormous kingsized bed here at the Inn. My side has a stepstool just to get into the bed. And I'm starting to imagine the sound of crying kittens, so I should probably just try to doze off.

This is what I wrote last night, when the last vestiges of common sense told me to shut the computer down rather than actually post something I wasn't really capable of self-edit at the moment. It's much, much less bad than I was imagining. Except for the part where I've done something magical with the formatting and the last word won't stop having a carriage return. Or something.