fail of a night.

My body couldn't have picked a worse day to attack me.

I'd really rather have been sick on Christmas since I get to see my family way more often than my camp family.

I have been giddy for a week now about this camp reunion, and I had to miss it.

I cried and cried--partially because I thought someone was sawing open my skull, but mostly because I had to miss camp.

Still bitter.

Ughhhh.

Anyway

Working today
Scrapbooking like a madwoman

Starting my Christmas shopping