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July has left me with a throat so bad my chest hurts when I cough, a tan so overwhelming I put 3x the amount of blush, lips so pale I look like a Ganguro girl, nose running away from my face. On the drive back from camp on Friday night, I felt totally odd. Like I've been displaced & removed & now I have to readjust. This is what camps do to you, they throw you into another dimension & once you get out of it, you feel sudden & half empty. I kind of like that, actually. This is my last week of holiday. I will party it away once I'm done recovering. That will be Monday's agenda. I can't wait for drinking games, photographs, little dumplings, candy, kitten toe shoes.... Not going to do any art. I really miss some people & this is the time.