And I don't just mean when you're having problems accessing your voicemail--although I kick ass at that too. Yeah, I get tired, God knows I get busy, and if you haven't seen my house lately, you won't know that I also get lazy. But as the old song says--good times and bad times, we've seen them all and my dear, I'm still here.
So don't worry about saying anything to me. You know it all stays right here. And don't worry that I can't handle stuff, cos hey, God never gives us more than we can handle. And, on a purely selfish note, I'm a total information junkie, and if you don't tell me I feel left out.
Youth dance tonight, hope it goes well. Don't know if we'll get the crowd we got for the Prom, but here's hopin.
Scavenger Hunt next week, then Ball the week after that. God, I wish I could just sleep for a week!
But life proceeds apace, as they say. My review is coming up and I should get a kick ass raise, since Devin got one, and his stats suck like a Hoover. Speaking of Suck Like a Hoover, you have to hear the Avenue Q soundtrack. It kicks major ass!!
Well, little late this morning, but here's updates nevertheless. I'm off to shower, coffee, maybe laundry if no one else is in there, and then a chat with Tony, cos I'm selfish enough to want to keep on feeling as good as that bunny makes me feel.
What's the quote of the week? Oh yeah--take five, world. I like the dancing one better.

Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.
Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling;
there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me
when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.
Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Please don't hide them just because of tears.
Let me send you off to sleep with a
"There,there, now stop your turning and tossing."
Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me.