Clams are generally alive until they die

Today was one of those days that felt like it was going by so fast, yet so so slowly. It was a very grey, rainy day, quite the opposite from yesterday. I don't feel like typing very much, so here is a list of what happened today, for my own future reference:

~Woke up
~Usual morning routine, new pair of contacts, left one hurt
~Train with mom
~Launched boats, drove Lucy, took a while to get started
~Three games of Camouflage, Michael and I were it the last time
~Little Terry from Juniors found empty whiskey bottle, we confiscated it. Was funny as hell
~Went to dock with Whitesailors to storm rig, sat in shed most of the time, trying to fix my contact
~Sara and I are going to become Olympic bobsledders, then move to Jamaica
~Ate lunch with some Whitesailors
~Went dock to the dock and rigged up
~Alec capsized in the mud because tide was low, Max and Matt rescued Laser
~"Sexual assault" leaving Matt embarrassed and me trying not to laugh
~Took Lucy back and walked up to Boathouse to grab raingear and blankets
~Sat in Salma with Matt, rafted up next to Ana and Sam, was drizzling
~Headed in early, de-rigged, went back to Boathouse
~Kids watched Hook, I hung out downstairs with volunteers and Alec
~Bought fries
~Took contact out because it was bothering me, walked around with it in one hand and cleaning solution in the other until Mikhael arrived
~Stopped at Seven and put contact in slurpee cup with cleaning solution
~Went to Mikhael's house, watched TV and nearly fell asleep, was fed way too much
~Bussed home holding my slurpee cup, people gave me odd looks
~Watched House
~Going to bed