I'm coming back, I swear. There was an adderall mix up, a garden to work on and a semester to end. None of these things are resolved, of course. In the meantime, I'll leave you with some new garden learning:

When sitting on the ground thinning sunflower seedlings, it might be best to assume that there will be people walking by who can hear you singing Blue October. It also might be best to assume that it is your singing that causes these supposed people to cross the street, not the crazy hair you have going on. Or the smell of sunscreen, bug spray, sweat and nail polish. I'm not explaining that last one.