I know your thoughts already. Another one?
Seriously though, it's that time of year where our respective families drag us up to random places that we don't want to go, while simultaneously missing all the weekly activities we actually like doing.
I'll be gone from the 7th to the 20th, with a temporary break on the 14th and 15th. The first half, I'll be crammed in a cabin with seven rowdy classical musicians going through puberty, and the other half I'll be eating processed food with my family on a dirty, crowded campsite. Ah, summer vacation.
Just a heads up, in case any of you want to plan parties.
(This blog post was brought to you by bagels. A lot of them.)