well I hate Sundays. they suck. they wouldn't suck if I actually did something with them, like go to church. But I don't. I sit at home thinking of Robby. I slept til nine this morning then I watched Napolean Dynomite and The Nightmare before Christmas. It sucks because both of those movies make me think about Robby. I hate feeling this way. Now tommorow is the big day, which makes me feel even worse. I feel all excited and worried. Blech. Double blech. If only Robby was here to reassure me that he is really gonna break up with Caitlyn. I'd feel about 98% better. I have to play at the game and the trumpets have two new dances to learn. Woot! Well for the most part. The trumpets are THE dancers in my band. And we have to know exactly when to turn and on what note to do it. ::sighs:: just one more load on my mind. Robby comes first, of course. If I don't write for another couple of days, don't worry. I'm not dead. Well maybe I will be. But that has nothing to do with my decisions. I might be depressed or Robby might've taken all the time up in my life. Who knows? Well, outtie.