Well, band camp is still hot. We're talkin' hot, hot, hot (do-dooo). Humid, if you will, but regardless it's rather unpleasant. It is rather nice to get to see these people more; other than my car getting keyed things have gone well (I'll pay for any information relating to a reason that's based, rooted, and thrives in truth at the suggestion of Caitlin. If there's anyone who knows about the recesses of the criminal/deviant mind, it's her.) My summer reading is quite behind, and Mrs. Jackson felt it imperative I go home at once and get cracking (not her words). Suffice it to say I haven't picked the book up. I'm a binger when it comes to work and food. I can't wait!
I tried to find Mr. Petko about the Gaming Club, but he must have already left. How are Tuesdays and Thursdays? I'd really appreciate some sort of commitment or reassurance that I won't be playing solitaire by my lonesome. You know what to do. See most of ya... uh... tonight, and for the rest, enjoy your illgotten freedom, jerks! Hehe, farewell!
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