Tuesday, January 28, 2003Three people from camp have talked ot me today, non of them the person I need to talk to, but all people I want to talk to. Either Andy has heard I am not coming back and has the spies out, or I am paranoid. I don't know if I believe in coincidence. Either way, he should call so we can clear this whole mess up. I will miss it, but I have to do what is right, for me and for them. Oh how I hate being a grown up.