We leave tomorrow. Goodbye.
Arg, sorry if I sound a bit bitter, but I’m still trying to get over the “oh, by the way, you have no shower in your cabin” bit. What’s up with that? At first it was really happy think about going to camp; I was looking forward to seeing my friends, a lot. Gradually, I lost interest when I started remembering all the crap that we do. Now this, this icing on the cake, makes me want to kill myself to avoid this awful, week-long excursion from Hell (if indeed you believe in Hell.)
I edited a couple videos today, and I’m looking forward to seeing how they turn out. Actually, I’m more interesting in seeing what other people think of them. Whatever though, nothing will make this trip any better. Nothing.
I’ll see you in a week? If I live that long…