Ring the bells, ring the bells, chiming confidently (or not so certainly) one by one, two by two--all together now; blow. Wrong note, but that's okay, just move on, count on, carry on. At least it didn't drag on. Things went smoothly enough, if you think that's smooth. And I was the most relaxed when spinning, more focused when the world was blurry, more calm when my feet were being led. So all was well, and ended well (enough). The thirst for music never satisfies, even after the last bell tolls. So we cruised out and hit the home spot where the food's never fresh, but tastes just as good anyways. And we laughed (I choked) and such was a night that ought to come more often. Half day....what does that mean. A tasty lunch and a dreaded drive home. Still waiting for a phone call for an interview...getting impatient now... I suppose that's all for now. I'm dying to get back into my moviemaker program though. Helen was playing piano this morning, which reminded me that I still really want to make a music video for one of her songs. Problem is, Justin is never around to have practice so grrr on him. K, well, off I go... Carrie