Meghan

Camp is over. I did it. And was rewarded... with a trophy with a bird on it... Huzzah for self-employment!

Went to Simcoe Island. It was a wonderful time, even though I fell asleep every time I sat down. I think camp literally wore me out. Had a vodka filled dream that actually frightened me. Dressed up like a hick and listened to country music as we toured around Wolfe Island. Bugged James as a sentry. Swam. Chilled in a trailer. Sat in the back of a pick up truck filled with dirt, looking at the moon and eating cookies. Fell in a lake of muck almost right away. Sat on a rock.

I am happy. School is coming.