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6.13.2003 ||>
I had the last of my macaroni cheese tonight. Yummmmm.... And I was puttering around earlier trying to write the review for Chosen and End of Days and I realize the problem certain other webmasters are having (cough annaandkelly cough) writing their own reviews because I'm still speechless, and I will be dorkily triumphant to note the only one of the three Buffy fans here to shed tears of joy and sorrow. That was some good macaroni and cheese too, it was sooooo cheesy.
What the hell was I going to talk about? Oh, yeah, depressing stuff. Remember that camp I was doing and couldn't complete because I got kicked out? Well, the other volunteers revived it and some kid died yesterday at the camp. They went to a public swimming pool and a kid drowned because none of the lifeguards or doctors knew CPR or had appropriate resusitation equipment. Now here's the part where I get all screwed up and irredemable. I'm really saddened by it but I feel sort of responsible too. Like, if I had been the director, we never would have gone to the swimming pool, or if I had made the guys who took it over stick to the budget like a cheap polyester suit, they wouldn't have been able to afford to go there. Or even worse, if I had been all petty about my site and been like "screw their camp, those funds will go to another place" the camp never would have happened and the boy would still be alive. So basically, I feel as if had I been more in control, someone would be alive because of it. I mean, it's no one's fault, and definitely not the other volunteers, but I can't help thinking this stuff. I'm going to hell, aren't I?
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