Sleeeeeeeeeeeep
For that matter, what IS it?
And what does it do? Did you know scientists don't know what the purpose of sleep is? They know that deprived of it, and animal will go insane or die. But why? It replenishes nothing REALLY that a lie in the shade couldn't do. It heals nothing that your body shouldn't be able to do on it's own. It gives you no measurable nutrients.

But all multi-celled mutli-part animals (I think) have a sleep state. We don't know why...

Personally, I think that sleep must provide the body with some sort of non-quantifiable energy similar to a nurtient form. Otherwise we would just rest to heal and eat for energy. Or maybe it serves to re-synch the cells of a multi-celled organism. Or power the brain. If it doesn't have an evolutionary purpose (Besides the old "vulnerable at night" theory), sleep seems like a waste of time. Why not get all nutrients from food and spend less time in a vulnerable state? It'd pay to be awake all the time, a super-productive being.

Or why not sleep all the time and waste less energy? Justin has a theory that that's what trees have evolved to be; beings who take their nutrients from the environment but are in a constant state of rest, having developed over time mechanisms of feeding and protection. Aahh... that sounds nice right now... and eternal sleep....

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I'm updating from home with the shitty computer with shitty monitor and shitty keyboard, hence I excuse myself from any spelling/ caps errors that ensue. I am UNBELIEVABLY tired. I know I have no right to complain, not being one of the players who runs about all day in armor... but I was on my feet in the sun all weekend, too... running water, blistering my feet, covered in dust, sunburning my toes.... GUH. Sometimes the weekends seem longer than they should. OK, overall, it was a great experience. I'm learning less to care about the vendors and more about the camp... I only managed to make one non-food purchase this weekend, a shirt to replace the one destroyed in the laundry tragedy. The Knights are becoming like family- it's hard to believe that I'm really not one of them. Sometimes, to be reminded of that (and that I'm underage) stings a bit. Justin's 21 is so wasted on him.

Saturday night was by far the coolest. Sat out late in front of the fire bonding with a gnarly old chap by the name of Mike Grell. He gave me a massage for about an hour while we talked of all manners of Magik and spiritualisms and Life in General. People like him give me hope for the world. He prepared me wonderfully for a walk back into my own past. Rather indirectly, I must say, but wonderfully. He told me stories from his own visions, of the Bear Wife, the Raven, and the blue Lizard. I've found a true friend... a kindred spirit, so to speak. It was funny how I knew it, too... because I just suddenly did. I'd hardly ever talked to the man at all before but suddenly, when a group of us returned from dinner Saturday, I had the undeniable urge to give him a hug. Twas a funny looking hug, b'cause he's about half my height, but it was a warm hug and he looked at me and said "you give good hugs." Might have been the "wiew," but it's the first time anyone's told ME that and being that I hold good hugs so integral to a happy life, I was flattered.

It. Was. HOT. SO BLASTED HOT this weekend. I thought someone would surely die. Oh my god... I know it's preparation for Michigan but I'll TAKE that heat, just not in leather, petticoats, a bodice, and boots. Not to mention ARMOR. Ye gods. I'm glad to be home. Just waiting for the parents to come in the door from their trip. I might pass out in a minute or two... my body aches with a carnal lust for sleep. I've a belly full of warm vanilla milk and a yearning for a real bed. Not showering for two days, sweating like a pig and being covered with a thin layer of grey dust makes one's visit to the Middle Ages even more realistic.

It will be strange, being away from Justin for two weeks. It's been five months since we were separated like this every weekday. But I look forward to sitting on the dock in front of my grandparents' house in northern Michigan, looking out at the bay. Ho Hum. I miss. him already...

I love you, sweetie! Think of me and give Rupert lots of hugs!