I work a little too hard running Mission Impossible and don't dance much. Calle, unfortunately, could only be at the camp a couple of weeks because he had to deal with some big non-Herrang missions up North, but I got to spend time hanging out with awesome agent Alison who is moving to Berkeley, and we ended up managing to run the Hooter's Restaurant night when Calle was gone.

It seems my social credit with the camp is growing, oddly enough, and I actually got paid this year, more than the token (and wonderful) money I was given last year. It was a surprise that I didn't know about until I brought the final receipts in, so the money is waiting for me for next year when I'll probably finally buy a scooter/motorcycle.