I'm leaving you. But after reading your questions to me, you're pretty used to hearing that particular sentiment. You'll get over it, after a good cry and a pint of Ben and Jerry's.
I know you'd love nothing more than to read more letters, but I'm afraid your pitiful problems will have to wait a month, cats and kittens. I am going to summer camp!
No, I mean that. I'm staffing a summer camp for international teenagers, and if you tell anyone I have a friendly, enthusiastic side... I will cut you. So here you have it, another disappointment for your diary. I'm leaving for a month--starting today. So soon? Yes. After than, though, I am jumping back into the mail bag and telling you what to do. So if you have a question, send it on and I'll get to it.
