Cub camp again tomorrow. Virgil might be too sick to go and it would feel so damn weird to go without him, but I don't want to flake on the rest of the group as adult numbers are tight on this one.
I'm taking my dad's van that he literally begs me to borrow, but picking it up involved listening to his anti indigenous racist hot takes that bled into his anti cyclist conspiracy theories and then getting literally tricked into seeing my mother.


















