Wake up. Eat a can of Chef Boyardee, brush teeth, apply sunscreen, don goggles and dust mask, pack backpack, take a shit in the porta potty, go to the chill-out area. I'm getting used to this.
The sheer alien-ness of Black Rock City and the Playa itself are impossible to convey to someone who's never been. I don't think I can say that enough.
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