After taking a shower, I talked to my parents... when they finally did ask me to quit. I'm going to call Zach later about the job at Ozzies washing dishes. Kind of blows, I woke up optimistic about camp, and had all my stuff ready to go.
Grr fucking dammit, nothing is going right lately.
I already found my sleeping bag, and make a run to the store - I'll start packing in a little bit.
Anyway, since I got back from the Camp, all I've done is sleep. Sleep, wake up, cough a little, sleep. I don't FEEL sick, but dammit... this isn't normal. I've slept almost, 20 hours in the past 26.