Yesterday, after two hours of practicing MB stuff, playing the piano for a little bit, writing a little bit, and otherwise pacing around the house arguing with my self and avoiding my mother (she was not in a good mood, to say the least), I called Kris. What's up? Packing. Cool. Need help? Sure. Be right over. So I went over and got all dusty and drab and tuckered out and helped the Millers move. All sarcasim aside, I really enjoyed myself. I couldn't think of a place I would have rather been. I liked the labor because it got my mind off other things and being around his family was awesome, they are all just such wonderful people. I stayed there until, I dont know, ten or elevenish. The boys were messing with the music on his computer and I was fighting to stay awake on his bed (which I made! *proud*). Got a nice massage ^.^ and fell asleep for I don't know how long. At any rate, I went home and was able to sleep soundly. So Kris, as much as you keep thanking me for my help, I'm thanking you for the day. Megs and I went to church this morning. Got some ideas for Sin and did my best to focus. They had communion; Megan and I skipped out on that part. When I got home and told mom about it she asked me if I still thought I was athiest. I confirmed to her my disliking for Christianity, but God and I have a weird thing going on. I say I don't believe in God, yet I talk to God a lot. Mostly in writing, but still, how can you talk to someone you don't think exists? See, even I contradict my self sometimes. Anyhow, the rest of the day is out of my hands. I've got some school work I'll try to take care of (doubtful), going to dinner at the Miller's, and then Nikki's party is tonight. And who knows what sort of party it's going to be. *sigh* Anywho. Hugs to all my pals- I've really appreciated all your comments and words of wisdom. I'm not going flipside over the show though. There's resentment, but maybe Mr. T can redeem him self when we talk. Ta-ta for now. Carrie