mood: cheerful

music: Rob Dougan - Nothing At All

Celebrate Recovery went perfectly. 'Nuff said.

I went out after the service on the front steps, looked around, and seeing only one person (who I didn't know), threw my head back and my hands up in a gesture of somatic triumph, and screamed the word from last entry at the top of my lungs. The man looked at me like I was crazy. But I didn't care, I was experiencing a rush of ecstasy that probably rivaled that of a heroin addict getting his fix.

Kamper came back for his 10-day leave, then left again. I didn't get to see him much...just for a few hours the day he came back, and the next morning at church. He spent the rest of the time with his other friends, whom I have a tendency to not get along with. He had some interesting stories from training. For example, during a training exercise, he had a flashbang mis-thrown and detonate about 3 feet away from him. (Take special note, Pixel. In case you ever decide to become a Marine. :P) He described an loud bang a bright flash, then an instant loss of sight and hearing. He got it back, of course, but he said he wasn't easy to repeat the experience. Anthony came back from his leave, too. With him he brought some humorous anecdotes from Iraq, like the camel spiders that are big. Really big. He and Julie and the girls are doing well. The government offered to put him through school to be a respiratory therapist when he gets back, which is an awesome opportunity for him. It'll be good when he comes back...that family need their dad.

Pixel: And now you know. :P

Thim: On? Nothing. When things work that haven't worked correctly for months, you'll feel happy, too.

Church is going well. We just finished a week of revamping the children's theater, ripping out the nasty old Mackie 56/8 and putting a shiny new Midas Verona 320, a new plywood sound booth and wiring. We hung the stacks, which cleared the floor of the old nasty Genies, and in general, just cleaned the area up. It looks nice now. Our next step should be to replace the horrible carpet squares that come off the floor every time we drive a scissor lift over them.

I wish I didn't have to sleep. There's just too much to do, and not enough time to do it. Caffeine only works for so long, too, and has a nasty side effect of sending one to use the privy quite a bit more than usual. Not having to sleep would vastly increase the amount of time in a day, but then again, not being able to sleep would mean not having anything to do when you're really really bored. Blah.

I can't remember if I have to work tomorrow or not...I hope not, because if I do, I'll be going in on almost no sleep whatsoever. My body seems to be fairly good at accepting the punishment, but I know eventually, I won't be able to do that.

I seem to remember having more to say, but I can't think of it now.