Logan and I bought our Christmas tree the other day, and we put it up last night. Still not decorated yet, but we're going to do that tonight, hopefully.
I cleaned the house top to bottom last night--you just can't put up a tree in a messy house. It's against every rule of Christmas that was ever invented. The house has to be clean or the tree just isn't as special.
Jen's showcase was on Friday night. It made me so excited for mine... all the little details that have to come together, and that all seem so far away right now, are really coming quickly. The pieces are starting to fall into place, and it's exciting.
And I have a rehearsal with Janel in 45 minutes, and I need to run to Wal-Mart before that, so I'd better get going.
Yeah. I'm outta here. I just can't seem to get a good entry written these days. One of these days, though. I will get it written--everything that's on my mind and heart, and that's been trying to come out for far too long.
One year ago today: I realized that I didn't really say why I've been at the hospital. I'm not volunteering there--my brother's in the hospital with a bone infection. He's been in since last Wednesday, and he'll be there until at least Tuesday, if not a bit later. They've been anticipating "about" a week, so that could be anywhere from Tuesday to Friday, really. So, yeah. I've tried to make it down there as often as possible and hang out with him for a while...
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