The Campfest

Whew.

I am officially tired.

See, we just got back from a pseudo-camping trip. The reason I call it a pseudo camping trip is because we were staying in a cabin. It was still harsh, though. It was cold. I had liquid egg spilled on my sleeve. I had to share a room with John.

That cabin we were staying in was insane. We looked at the foundations, and some of the bits of the cabin were being held up by logs. It was to a degree terrifying.

The game of football we played was excellent. I actually only got the ball once, but I didn't fumble, and I got a fairly impressive run in, that even from a short pass. Apparently if I'd gone a different direction I could've gotten further, but I didn't, so whatever. We did, however, have Bro. Drinkwater, Andy, and Dannle on our team, so we had a good team. I'll admit, the opposition did have a lot of the fast guys, like Michael Greer and John Osborn, but we still managed to almost win. The only reason they tied with us was because I let my eye off of Josh Cook for one single play. I paid for that mistake.

So anyway, we made it home alive. Not much to report since then.

Um.

'Bye.