Unless I force myself out of my loving bed early tomorrow morning, before spending my nights on a mattress that feels like a ballooned-up rubber glove, this is the last blog post from me you'll be reading until at least Friday. Although I have a special guest or two lined up to make celebrity appearances on The Hayleylujah Chorus while I'm afk for the week, I wanted to write one more good entry beforehand. I was going to save it up until I had something of worth to say, but my eyelids are already drooping at eight PM, and I'm not getting any less tired. In fact, I just pried myself from the couch to come type this. You, reader, are keeping me from some documentary about Michael Jackson. (Speaking of, whatever happened to Macaulay Culkin? I mean, besides the aftershave, molestation, and Saved, what's he been up to?) You, reader, are keeping me from my rest. And, reader, mmmm, sleepy is not the proper way to begin camp.
I spent most of the day with my family, loading and unloading a U-Haul with camp supplies. Sliding heavy cardboard boxes out the back of a truck, adjusting them in my shaking arms, carrying them down jagged steps, releasing, repeating. I didn't pause long enough in the process to realize how much I was exhausting myself, but goodness, is it apparent now. To punctuate that statement, I just yawned. Bring on the screaming children!
Ummm. I'm not sure what else there is to say. It's pathetic, but I think I'm going to legitimately miss blogging this week. It's part of my natural routine now. I go through a day, I notice something or think something or feel something, and a little sound effect goes off in my head, telling me to write about it later. Then comes this part. I feel totally relaxed, totally comfortable. It's just my jittering brain, my typing fingers, and a few hundred strangers.
I certainly am a weird person.
Anyway, it'll be crazystrange without you guys. If you follow me on twitter, I'll be able to use my phone for a little while every night, so I can give quick updates. Until Friday, then, I hope you all are doing well. Think of me-- I'll be thinking of you!
Chipotle burritos this year: 22
S'mores this summer: 2 (Fear not! I'll be in double digits when you see me next.)