well, tommorow i am supposed to leave for camp at four in the morning tommorow. sweet. tonight we eat at the classic, "dos charros" (spelling?) restaurant. yum. sucks to be you in chicago, with no mexicano food! For all those who care. the missionaries are over, meaning smith and henderson, and they have to do their laundry. you know, i am way weird at night. just a random thought. no one understands my train of thought. anyway, i'd better go. i, have nothing to do... therefore i must go...
Jules