I usually love to pack, but for a trip where it's essential to pack as little as possible, it's especially difficult. Alot of it has to do with knowing what to bring and wanting to bring things you're not supposed to.
To top off this 'mayhem', what I feared the most about camping with the bare essentials actually came to life: I got my period today. Good fuckin' god. I swore up and down that I wouldn't go if I was flowin', but alas here we are. One day to go and too late to back out. It's karma, I tell you. This trip should be interesting: blackflies, raggin', 4 hours of canoeing and torrential downfall.
However, I intend on making the most of this trip. Afterall, what good would it be if I just brought everyone down? It wouldn't be fair at all. I absolutely hate people who make a point to to let everyone know and feel the bad mood they're in. I will grin and bear with everything I am faced with this weekend, bears et al. I will change my bad karma streak as of late. Even if I have to come home with an assful of bug bites and a big drunken grin on my face.
Step One of reversing my bad karma? Stop bitching.