I wrote the second issue of the camp paper today, using my father's system to do so. Somehow or another, I even managed to get the thing done in time, dropping it off at the printer shortly before closing time, before heading back to my apartment.

The clerk taking the order seemed not to be incredibly good at math, actually requiring a calculator to work out 1100 times 6, but I shrugged that off, along with the fact that the total cost came out to about five bucks less than it had the previous week, even though the orders were identical.

I'm foreshadowing, of course.