and on we go...

All I'm doing right now is finding tunes to sing, and practising. And panicking.

I'll be fine. I know I will. I think what makes me more nervous is all the work people that will be there, friends, hey maybe even some family, who the hell knows?

Oh the stress!

But, I'm loving it, I think it might be what has been somewhat missing from my life.

It's supposed to be bloody cold as of when I wake tomorrow. Yuck. Enough. And into next week. Which costs me money and makes me freak out somewhat (oil....I hate spending money on oil...)

I know I'll get yelled at but I've been feeling extremely lonely again. Sigh. Into year 4 single I go. And please note, I had 2 years of self-imposed exile from the male kind, but the past year or so, I've been ready and willing, but no one else has been ready and willing. I mean, I'm usually so freaking busy that I don't notice, but there hasn't been alot of photography recently, so I've been noticing. It's a bit of my life that is lacking, missing, and, well, I'm well aware there's nothing I can do about it, really, but just be who I am and do what I do.

Someone's bound to be able to stand me eventually, right?

Sigh. It does depress me ocasionally.

And yet again, when I am interested, apparently I don't demonstrate it. Enough. Or something.

Kerist.

To jam or not to jam tomorrow. That is the question that I as of now don't know how to answer.

I'll sleep on it. Or sing on it. Or just wait and see how I feel tomorrow.

Going to eat finally. And cook the dogs food (yes TD, I'm cooking the dogs some food to go along with their dry food....yes, the world is now ending :)