14 more days and I'm home. It was supposed to be two weeks later than that. I don't suppose I mind all that much. It is a lot of money to lose out on, but this way I still get a little summer. But I come home on the last day of the Harvest Festival. Boo. I guess I'm not missing out on too much anyway. My parents are coming up here tomorrow night. They're going to stay in one of the guests cabins here. Yeah, don't really have much to say yet. Somebody should call me.