I dont know how to make an excuse for myself tonight. I’m near tears. A product of PMS… maybe. I’m tired. I want to cuddle with my boyfriend. I’ve been accused of whining twice today and being “poopy” once. Neither are things I’d prefer to identify with.
I lost my camera. How in the hell I can go 6 months in Europe and not lose it, but manage to forget to bring it back to my room is either indicitve of my very messed up and unnatural state or proof that I really am a moron. My brain isnt firing right. You’re lucky if I comprehend you when you’re talking at me. I hear blah repeated. I’ve forgotten every major important detail in the past month and I’ve no incredibly good reason why. I’m just too worn out to think straight. And yet I get 8 hours of sleep a night. erg.
Field day is coming up. I’m excited for that. Tickets are being sent out next week. I’m just hoping for some better weather. My group camp if approved is apparently involving some metal pan banging and paint smearing on sheets. Sounds whacky.
I’m going to go read Evan’s blog. Maybe you should too. It’s more interesting.
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