Aaaaaaah!
That's about how I feel right now. I'm more or less ready, I guess. But it doesn't matter much, because I'm going either way.
The other night we saw The Usual Suspects. It was a good movie. Not exactly shocking and surprising (maybe I've read too many mystery novels), but entertaining.
I did this doll, er, recently. I haven't decided who she is yet, but I imagine I will eventually.
In other news, I still haven't quite regained my customary chattiness. I think it's because I'm anxious. I've never done this camp thing before, and I don't really know what it will be like. (Other than information gleaned from Sarah's interminable stories, of course.) The Forest has been nearly dead, and I just haven't been sufficiently engaged to revive it. (I did start an art contest, though. Seems to be a summer tradition.)
Okay, you know you are distractable when it takes you an hour to finish one blog—and a relatively short one, at that.
