The Stephalump demands writing . . .
. . . and writing she'll get.
I'll admit I'm a little stressed out about camps as there is a lot to do and not a whole lot of time in which to do it. You see, Dr. Upchurch knew everything and so all I had to do was what he told me and things ran relatively smoothly. This year I have to remember all the things Dr. Upchurch told me to do, which he had been doing for 25 years, on top of what I just saw him doing and then do that too without being told. I know you all pity me. ;p
But I really like my new boss, Diana, she's great. And I quit Firespark so that's one less thing to woryy about.
All of this seems really trivial today. Like I should be writing something more profound on the last day of May.
I have this overwhelming desire to go to the beach. The beach has always seemed like a such a magical place. Like nothing bad can happen there. Even when it rains it nice to sit at the wind and watch the waves get big and angry, before they break to be small and quiet. And the sand, it never feels unclean like dirt does, it just feels amazingly small. Funny that God picked somethign so small to hold back the tide. Yes, I believe the beach is calling my name and I'll have to manage to get there some time this summer, after camps and before school, a small span of time but a sufficient one I suppose.
Well, I think I shall go and have some lunch before I get back to work.
I'll admit I'm a little stressed out about camps as there is a lot to do and not a whole lot of time in which to do it. You see, Dr. Upchurch knew everything and so all I had to do was what he told me and things ran relatively smoothly. This year I have to remember all the things Dr. Upchurch told me to do, which he had been doing for 25 years, on top of what I just saw him doing and then do that too without being told. I know you all pity me. ;p
But I really like my new boss, Diana, she's great. And I quit Firespark so that's one less thing to woryy about.
All of this seems really trivial today. Like I should be writing something more profound on the last day of May.
I have this overwhelming desire to go to the beach. The beach has always seemed like a such a magical place. Like nothing bad can happen there. Even when it rains it nice to sit at the wind and watch the waves get big and angry, before they break to be small and quiet. And the sand, it never feels unclean like dirt does, it just feels amazingly small. Funny that God picked somethign so small to hold back the tide. Yes, I believe the beach is calling my name and I'll have to manage to get there some time this summer, after camps and before school, a small span of time but a sufficient one I suppose.
Well, I think I shall go and have some lunch before I get back to work.