July 28, 1999.

3 p.m.

I really should be sleeping now, but what the hell.

Heads Up last night was more fun than usual, and revealed this summer's amazing coincidences: 1) one of the counselors saw me and the Boy on our way to his mother's wedding, but didn't believe that it was me, and 2) another counselor knows Pixie Stix & Scout through church. I find these things terribly amusing now, and wonder at people who tell me that their lives aren't that interesting.

Speaking of interesting, I was vouchsafed a vision this morning. I was a bit sloppy with my orange juice at breakfast, and I lifted my glass to see a perfect face!! Really - 2 eyes and a big smiley mouth, with 2 tiny dots under the eyes. I insisted that it was Jesus crying for the sins of the world, and invited the camp to take a look before I started charging money to see the shrine and partake of its' amazing healing power. Tried the Veronica's Veil trick with it, and now I have the image on a napkin, safely stowed in the Bag.

It was a pretty good circusy sort of morning, all told.