The ball is in my court but i would rather be eating ice-cream

I haven't really explained where i've been lately.
I've again dropped the ball and for that I'm sorry.
Not really, I've just been busy with other stuff, deal with it.

I left Australia in June to go back the summer camp i worked at last year. So many funny things happened that if i systematically listed them all you wouldn't believe me it was all true. But i swear, random shit just happens there. These are a few things i can think of;

- We killed a baby rattlesnake with a canoe paddle
- We got miniature ponies
- A kid sharted in the pool
- Chico brought a taser to camp, and taser everyone
- Capone got knighted with a rifle as an honorary American (he's english)
- Management thought it was a good idea to let me be responsible for rifles
- A girl who was smaller than the bow she used got a bullseye
- A girl came to camp wearing bacon earrings. The bacon had googly eyes and a moustache
- I ate an american version of 'breakfast cereal'; Lucky Charms.
- We included Hank the Goat in an intensive mini olympic style day 'Green and White day'. He did not enjoy it.
- Derby and I bought onesies and wore them in any appropriate situations. And many inappropriate.
- We went to Hooters and i found the allure.
- Derby and I convinced kids to swim in the lake rather than the pool because it was a lot nicer for us to sit there and lifeguard
- Every staff party resulted in someone throwing up all over camp when a new batch of kids were coming the next day
- On our nights off we would drink wine and scale a massive billboard

There are more stories and more images but i don't think they are fit for the internet.
Yes, they're that bad.

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Stop all the clocks, shut off the telephone

Unfortunately a few things have happened in my personal life which left all other matters secondary. Very, very secondary.
I came across this poem by W.H. Auden which sums up everything i wish i could have said, everything i wish i could say and everything i want to put to rest.



Stop all the clocks, shut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message; He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows on the white necks of the public doves
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week, my sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: i was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

                                    - W.H. Auden

RunAroundRiot will resume as normal.