I didn’t get to sleep until 2 this morning. I just wasn’t tired. I didn’t realize it was getting so late, I was working on my dad’s scrapbook. It’s done though!  Yay!

I think I might draw for a bit and then get to bed.  I still haven’t worked on the painting I wanted to do.  Why?  I don’t know.  It’s not like I’ve been too busy to do it.  I don’t know.

It was Father’s Day on the camp today.  I worked from 2 to 7ish.  I should have been there until 9, and I feel guilty for leaving early, but I’m so tired.  M went down to help cover my shift.  Poor B was swamped up until a few minutes before I left.

I had to tell someone to come watch their fire today.  I was walking back from work, and there was a spectacular camp fire going.  But there was no one watching it.  The truck that was parked on the site was lit up, so I thought maybe they were just in teh truck getting something.  Then the truck drove away…

Still no one was watching the fire.  I knocked on the trailer door and told the lady inside that she needed to watch the fire or put it out.  She was very nice about it and came out and sat down to watch the fire instead of the tv.

It’s not that great of a story, but I wanted to put more than just complaints on my “personal journal” tag.