I live.

Home, and for good this time.

I'll be more than happy to write about the rest of my camp adventures... once I find my notes among all my junk. I can't even unpack yet, though, as my room is too messy.

So, yes, I'm cleaning.


Oh, and my sister's shower is evil. It took a chunk out of three of my fingers, the last one being deep enough to bleed for at least 5 minutes.