Being stalked with no way of escape.

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His name is Jarvis, and he followed me around the campgrounds like a puppy. He's big, burly, and creepy as all hell. He tried to corner me to talk to me, and I totally freaked out on him. Still, I don't think he got the hint.

But all is well now. I'm home, and he hasn't a clue where I live or where I work.

*guh*

Other than that, had a great time as every year. Am truely jealous that I'm still not ready for ministry completely. Wish I didn't particularly have to come home to my room in the basement, but I'm back to the real world and dealing...hopefully with a higher success rate this time.

Will detail more after I shower and start a load of laundry.