1 September 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Wendy showed up first thing in the morning, went around with her & Daniel on very weak chocolates.  She kicked me out of the RV.  I lay in my tent and freaked out about this until the mirror in my toiletry bag swung around and I looked at my tanned, round face and realized I was not an ugly freak. 

William, the guitar-playing unicyclist, was in dome two and we chatted amiably for a while and he gave me one of his C.D.s, which I have sadly lost.  I crawled into the Prog and witnessed the weird spectacle of silent football.

Later in the evening, while Jim and I were scrambling to get burritos made for the entire camp, Wendy apologized.  I had to shoo her away because the burrito making was really intense.