Interesting day. It started off at about 6 this morning (ITS TOO DAMN EARLY!!!!) when I got up to go to my first day of Kaleidoscope (the camp where I work) for the year. Got there about 7:15 and popped popcorn for the next hour and a half, and then went to play with little kids. They're fun, but they get slightly old after a while. Did that basically all day. My class in the afternoon is wicked fun. The instructor's name is Mr. Biafore (bee-uh-four-ee), and he is hilarious. Just picture this big, thin Italian guy with a slight accent and a booming voice that repeats everything he says three times (phrased slightly differently each time). He possibly has the best lauguage tic I have ever heard.

Anyway, the rest of the day went by, and when I got home, I was so tired that I promptly fell asleep on the couch for an hour (despite the fact that the TV was on and both my parents were downstairs talking). What I found out when I woke up, though, was that I was talking in my sleep.

Now, every day in extended day, I end up playing board games, and today's was Clue. This would have been fun, except I ended up playing with 2 5-year-olds who had no idea how to play. But, I have to be positive, so when they would play "by their own rules," I could only congratulate them on their "unique approach" to the game. Actually, since I work with little kids most of the day, I end up enthusiastically saying some variant of "Good job!" every 3 seconds.

Anyway, in my sleep, I was asking my parents, "Do you want to play Clue or Monopoly?" and "It's your turn." At that point, my mom decided to toy around with me and asked if she did a good job, to which I responded, "You did a good job!" Wow. One DAY at Kaleidoscope and the little kids have already traumatized me. I know not how I'm gonna survive two weeks.