might as well do it thoroughly. I wasn't planning on dying... but plans change.
Explanation: Somehow I've wound up entered in Cadence's (and my, though I'm not so worried about myself) first official event this Sunday instead of the nice easy hunter show we'd been planning on. What the hell ever happened to taking things slowly? I suppose it's sink or float time now.
Countdown to the event: 2 rides left D:
P.s. Why me? Why do I always find myself in these situations? Flying by the seat of my pants as my grandpa used to say. I've gotten over the stress... and a fair bit of the excitement (amazing since it hasn't even been a 1/2 hour since the idea was proposed) and am now just... lacking in descriptive language.