mood: barely keeping my eyes open

music: Orbital - I Wish I Had Duck Feet

Oh, the joy of twelve-hour shifts. I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leaches, or dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades (Thanks, Al!) than spend one more minute here. And it's only 02:12. (CDT) :P

Church was good today. Pixel didn't show up, but I suspect that's because he didn't feel like dragging himself out of bed at 10:00 in the morning. Sound - both youth sound and Celebrate Recovery - went off wonderfully. Only a minor problem with a Sennheiser EW100 handheld, and it was a known problem at that. Stupid elecromagnetic interference.

My parents, in their latest burst of Creative Parental Genius, have been pestering me to visit my grandmother (My mother's mother). She's recently developed rheumatoid arthritis, and this did nothing to help the ever-present black cloud over her head. First stop after church was my old church that my family still goes to, to see Tiffany and Stephanie. (Check out the HTML source of the Newsletter page...they still haven't realized that it's there. :P ) I always before had wondered about adult's sense of wonder when they said things like "Oh my! They grow up so fast!". Well, it's true. Those two have gotten so big. Tiffany is now up to my shoulder almost, and Stephanie is slighter taller than her. The Puberty Fairy has also paid one or two visits to Stephanie, too, making her nearly unrecognizable. Of course, they still tried to tackle me with a bear hug when they saw me. Age obviously hasn't dampened their spirits. Their dad is coming home August 3rd or 4th from Iraq, it'll be cool to see him and know what Kamper'll be going into.

After stopping at CLWC, I headed back to Grandma's house. Unexpectedly, my aunt and uncle were there, which was nice...it's hard enough for me to initiate conversation when I'm alone. She talked a lot about the quality of life. She says that if she decides the arthritis is bad enough, she'll take her own life. Personally, I don't think she will, but it's rather slightly depressing to hear her talk like that. Of course, I think it's 90% melodrama, but we'll have to see. I came away from that conversation with a Roomba, a robot-vacuum thingy. Can't wait to have it zipping around my house. :P

Thim: I'm not going for the American Poetry Association seal of approval, but I would like it to sound like *I* wrote it. :P

Went out to my car on Saturday after working most of the day on stuff to find a 10-CD classical music collection sitting on my driver-side seat. I originally thought it was the executive pastor's wife, but this morning she told me no, it wasn't her. Turned out it was Chris, apparently remembering my penchant for classical music. Thanks, Chris!

My user icon is now in color! I'm a wild man. Yipee.

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