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And I'm back from Wheatland...10 times more relaxed than I have been in a loooooonnnnngggg time....minus the worlds cutest turtle.

I set Simon free. It was so difficult, but I did it. I watched him swim away, happy as he's probably been in his entire life. I cried the whole way back to Wheatland...feeling the pain of the big sacrifice I just had to make.

None the less, I had a great time at Wheatland. Listened to some great music, ate some great food...and I managed to stay away from Christing Dobbler's tent this year. I don't need anymore patchwork halter tops...I barely wear the ones I bought in previous years.

Rather than sit here and explain what I did this year (since its just like the past two years I've gone...) I'll show you what Wheatland is like. I remembered to take a camera this time and managed to take a few pictures. They kind of suck...but they'll kind of give you an idea of what it was like.

The Main Stage