Two Weeks Left

Well, I may not be able to keep up this blog very well this summer, or continue reading all of your wonderful blogs and participating in the way that many have found to be actively participating with them on their blogs. That is just amazing. But it turns out that I may not just be isolated in the fact that I can't leave camp more than once or twice all summer, or in the fact that I have no telephone access for personal use, but it turns out I may not be able to use the internet for personal use hardly at all. I really don't see how anyone survives two months with that little of interaction with their close family and friends, but somehow I'm going to have to. I'm pretty sure I'll go crazy and probably end up in a mental facility, but until then, I guess we'll try to enjoy what little life I have left right now. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be told you have two weeks to live, because that's what I feel like I've been told. After all it only takes about 2 weeks of isolation for me to end up in a pit of depression and addiction, and somehow I have to survive six, possibly eight weeks of isolation! Not gonna happen!