There ain’t nothin’ better than sittin’ around a roarin’ camp fire on a cool summer night, drinkin’ and eatin’ cheese-filled Grill’ems.
The best part is that your coat smells like camp fire for days afterwards. Such a good smell.
Plans for today include hung-over proctoring. I forgot to bring a book or Nintendo DS for something to do, so I’ll either be really intense in weeding out the cheaters, or more likely, will end up staring into space and sniffing my coat for 3 hours. Good times either way.