What a fantastic week at camp...not.
It wasn't really a week. In fact, it was no where near a week. I rolled my ankle on the step up to the rock climbing wall while I was running to switch on the light. In the dark. Upon reflection, it was a pretty stupid thing to do. Then I hobbled my way into the dining room and got told to sit there while everybody left for spotlight. I played Matt in chess though (Matt's the camp guy). Anyhow, the next morning he told me that I had to go home, as my ankle was no better. So I've been cooped up in my house since Tuesday afternoon and nobody gives a damn. So much for 'the best camp.'
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