More and less of the same.

So here I am, once again, at 3:40 in the morning updating my blog because I'm too tired to go to bed. I should have gone to bed hours ago. I also should have lifted weights, read some of my book, and looked over my lines. But, as usual, I got roped up in some stupid game I told myself I wouldn't, and 4 hours later here I am.

I am having trouble committing to a band or playlist to listen to. I think it's time to leave my whole library on random and rediscover all my old music.

Yesterday was wonderful, my plans fell through and I spent the entire day reading my book.

Today Kaya came over with delicious scones. We watched 7 episodes of Desperate Housewives. I am still in awe of that show. We thought it was just going to be trash, but we were wrong. It wasn't just trash, it was AMAZING trash. It was fascinating murder mystery trash. We played a little bit of X Men Legends, but it was kind of slow and we didn't really get into it. We also left several messages on Gabe's cell phone. Gyros and Thomas Kemper. Hooray.

Gabe's care package is turning into a "We wanted to send you a care package but we're disorganized so have a welcome home gift". Fudge still needs to be made.

I am very afraid of this weekend. But more afraid of it ending. Where did the summer go? How can I just have three more performances and a cast party?

I need to buy my Mastadon and Dragonforce tickets. Speaking of which, does anyone wanna go to Dragonforce with me? Zoe can't.

Still lost. Still unsettled. Still determined and drifting. This is going to be a year of changes.
Or at least, it had better be.

Sleep? Pah! I have weights to lift.