In a relatively rare event, Lime’s posted in English and she basically hits the nail on the head in a number of ways.
Number one: this weekend was frighteningly short, far too short. I ended up having Friday and Saturday off from camp because the band went to some town near Seoul to play at a festival. It was strange: I was still sick from the aircon and kid germs at camp; I’d come home in an awful state Thursday night and Lime had showed up, orange juice in tow, and tried to relieve my sufferings a little. But I was still a little off when we left northwards. By the nighttime, I was exhausted, my right arm was feeling weird (the hand feeling twice as big as normal for a few minutes), and I decided to just sleep there in the grass behind the “green room” tents by the stage.
Bad place to sleep. I woke around midnight to the sound of some band that sounded like a rock band in my high school, but suddenly mildly accented. It was surreal. After we played, I wanted nothing more than to sleep; the bugs had for some reason refrained from biting me, but I felt like hell. Everyone else stayed up sharing beer and snacking till sometime after 4am, I think, but I threw down a