It’s almost time for summer camp and I think I’ve got everything packed that I need. (Thankfully, I have a safety net—commonly known as my parents—so if I’ve left anything important behind, they can bring it when they come to visit in a couple days.)
Note that I may or may not have internet access there, which means there probably won’t be any new blog entries until next weekend. (It also means a shitload of e-mails to delete when I get home, grumble grumble grumble…)
There’s also a distinct likelihood that without much time in the sun this summer, I could hold a yellow pepper and a cabbage in my hands and look like a beet salad. Or if I stack them up under my chin, a stoplight. If I cover up most of my face, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer! You get the idea.
But those are minor details. The truth is that I’m about to spend the next week and a half at camp as the waterfront director (note the discussion about turning red above) and it’s gonna be a lot of fun. With that said, I better go through my stuff again. Not that I’ll be able to find anything at this point since I just threw a lot of it into a couple bags, but I’d rather not call home tonight with a plea to bring clean underwear.
