Friday night, 11 pm: Trying to sleep. All I can hear is mosquitoes on motorcycles, circling my head as if it were Infineon Raceway. It's too hot. Wish it were colder. I turn the giant Coleman lamp on so I can face my tormentors. It's them, or me. Survival of the biggest. I take the flashlight and peer over my sleeping daughter, ready to kill any insect daring to land on her. All clear. Lights out.
Friday night, 11:05 pm: It's too hot. Can't hide from the bugs. Decided to read. Can't sleep. Bugs still buzzing. Might just be ringing in my ears, but I can't be sure. Really need to pee.
Friday night, 11:06 pm: Too hot. Don't like being this sweaty. Still need to pee.
Friday night, 11:21 pm: Just got back from the bathroom. It seemed so much closer in the daylight. Bugs seem to be less numerous. Really need to pee.
Friday night, 11:47 pm: Held out as long as possible. Just got back from the bathroom again. Why does it seem so far away? Bugs seem to be less numerous. Maybe I will get some sleep now. Lights out.
Saturday morning, 12:01 am: Lights on. Hot. Bugs. Need to pee. Trying to be strong. Reading will distract me from the need to pee. So glad I brought extra batteries for the lamp.
Saturday morning, 12:03 am: Really need to pee. Does camping shrink one's bladder? Am determined not to walk all the way over to the bathroom again. It's just too far. And there are bugs there. Maybe I will get some sleep now.
Saturday morning, 12:10 am: Why is the bathroom so far away? Why, oh, why? This will be my last trip.
Saturday morning, 1:07 am: Note to self -- need to Google "camping bladder" and see if it is a medical condition. Will volunteer to be a case study. Bugs not buzzing so much anymore. Not as hot. Trying not to think about the need to pee. Mind over bladder. Lights out.
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