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It was the last weekend of my birthday month and I almost feel like a half an ounce of relief. I’m just so tired and the birthday month celebrations weren’t helping with that and I’m pretty sure that if I kept making a huge deal of it the celebrations could’ve continued. Maybe, but I’m not really that sure. I’m just going to assume that they would and, since I will never really know for sure, assume that I’m right.

Friday was the concert with Freddy and Good Charlotte. Freddy kicked some butt and Good Charlotte rocked it out. Then I was off to my apartment for the big house party that Keith organized. I was in route to my apartment at 11:02PM and only one person had showed up at that point. So I get on the phone and managed to round up 10 people (I think) to come over. We played Guitar Hero and talked. They did beer bongs and swam. I didn’t do the beer bong. I don’t really see how those are sanitary or safe or why anyone would want to touch their mouth to the same tube that 8 people before them had touched. I looked at the pictures of everyone else doing it, but I never actually witnessed it first hand. It was fun and I came in second place in the big tournament. Super Steve pretty much kicked my butt and won 1^st. Oh well. Can’t win them all. By 3:45AM on Saturday morning I called it quits and went to bed. Keith and the rest of the people went to the pool for about an hour, but I couldn’t fall asleep. By the time he came back and got everyone to lay down on the couch and had asked Greg no less than 47 times if he wanted a blanket and a pillow I was out of patience. I swore that my head would combust if I heard him ask one more time, so I just got up to take care of it. But Keith STILL would not shut up and go to bed, so I was over it. I finally got everyone to lay down and try to sleep and then I went back to bed.

On Saturday we got up and had Steak and Shake and it was off to the Saturday birthday celebration. My sister did a pool party at her apartment. It was fun. We just hung out and cooked and had beer and that was about it. I couldn’t stay that long because that night was the Kathy Griffin show. I LOVE her. I went home to shower and Chelsea picked me up and we went and got pizza and headed to Casey’s house. We took a cab to Nokia because nobody wanted to worry about having to drive. Josh met up with us later on and was official DD. Kathy went for about two and a half hours and then we went to Barcadia. It was packed and a total beating, so then it was off to the Regal Beagle. We just kind of sat around and talked until they kicked us out of the place. I went to buy drinks for everyone at one point and some lady with heels made of pointy steel stepped on my toe and now it’s all discolored and swollen and gross. She didn’t even realize she had done it, so I guess I can’t hold too much of a grudge. Or I can and just try and say that I’m not. Why do women wear siky heels made of steel to the bar? She knew she would be drinking and that there would be crowds of people. There’s no way those things were comfortable and she wasn’t hot and the spiky shoes made of steel didn’t do her any favors. So why bother?

Sunday I got up early to take my little sister to the baby expo. There’s so much baby stuff to be had. And so many people who will embroider all the stuff for you. Sam is due in December and doesn’t even know the sex of the baby yet, so we didn’t buy anything. Just signed up for a bunch of stuff. I took her to lunch and then to the mall because I lost another pair of sunglasses and needed new ones. I swear if I lose this pair I’m going with cheap ones. I had to go lame grocery shopping and shower and do laundry and was in bed around 11pm last night. Not too bad, I guess.

Tonight is kickball and then tomorrow night is tennis. Wednesday it’s off to DJ school through Saturday. Yay that.

You’re never going to believe what I’m about to type. I don’t even believe it. I don’t even believe it. Not only did I do something that was totally out of my character on SO many levels that I don’t blame you if you call me a huge liar. But…here goes.

I FREANCHED BILLY BOB THORNTON! I did. His tongue touched mine. I know that’s gross. Talk of tongues touching is never really not gross, but if you’re gonna hear about it, it might as well be tongues touching with Billy Bob Thornton. Anyway, that was the highlight of my Thursday night. We went to have dinner at the House of Blues, watched the concert, and frenched BBT. VERY NICE!

They are so kicking us out of the studio, so I gotta keep it short. But I frenched BBT! HOLLA

It’s been an interesting couple of days. Keith and I got into our first little spat ever in the 5 years we’ve known each other. It was kind of a complicated mess  that’s apparently all worked out now, but it sucked for a little while. I won’t even get into it because the main person because the main person involved turned out to be exactly who I thought they would be.  Go figure, right?

I played tennis for more than two hours last night and it was great. I was fully expecting to wake up ad feel like my arm was going to fall off, but so far so good. My team lost the game, but we started out strong. I can’t remember how bad we lost in the end, but I think it was kind of bad. Now I’m told that I need to find a wall to go and hit the ball against so I can get better because apparently home runs aren’t acceptable in tennis. Who knew? I went and walked around by the creek to find the balls, but I think I lost 2 of them. I did find 1, but I had to go kind of far down in the creek and came up with only one little teeny tiny rash. Not bad. Maybe next time I’ll be able to get no home runs. Bad for softball. Good for tennis.

So tell me if this is a bad thing or not. We’ve got the Good Charlotte/Freddy concert on Friday night and, to be completely honest, while we on vacation I forgot the date. Well, Keith and I decided that we wanted to have a little house party that same night. So now I have a house party planned and it’s very likely I won’t even be at it until after midnight. It makes sense to move the date of the party, especially since everyone thinks that it’s on Saturday night and that’s really the night of Kathy Griffin. Felicia is having a party on Friday night because she thought mine was on Saturday night and didn’t want to interfere with eachothers parties. But lets face it. It’s the end of my birthday month, so I need this to work in my favor somehow. Otherwise it’s going to be my birthday 2 months and I will celebrate until August 16. I’m FINE with that, but I’m not too sure that everyone else is. I could do my birthday year and be completely content with it. But I think it might lose the flare after three birthday months.

JC and I are sitting here listening to J Holiday “Bed.” I LOVE this song. Let me tell you what else I love. I LOVE these songs:

PCD- When I Grow Up

Kelly Clarkson- Since U Been Gone (DUH)

Kelly Rowland- Daylight

Leona Lewis- Take A Bow

Lil Mama- Shawty Get Loose

Micly Avalon- Jane Fonda

T.I.- Big Things Poppin’

Pitbull- Go Girl

Three 6 Mafia- Lolli Lolli

Robyn- Who’s That Girl

Not saying that these are new and that nobody else knows about them because most people do. I’m just saying that I still love these songs. And more to come, but I’m all spent right now.

Oh, go see Stepbrothers! It’s freaking HI-LARIOUS. Two lines to listen for. “Hello there Miss Lady” and “Your voice is a combination of Fergie and Jesus.” Oh, and then “I Can’t even make eye contact with you right now” while you cover your eyes with your forearm. It’s funny. I took my pregnant little sister to see it and I was worried she’d pass or something from laughing so hard.

I got nachos with an extra thing of cheese and a Mr. Pibb. Not even the diet kind! Then this guy sits down in front of us with a pizza. Wow what a pizza this looked to be. And it was only $11! I spent $4.50 on a bag of chips and two cups of cheese. But they were heavenly chips and cheese. I’d spend that money all over again if it was as heavenly chips and cheese as those were. Amazing.

I had a lot of time to do a lot of soul searching last night. Chelsea was kind enough to ask me if I wanted to be a sub on the kickball team and I said yes. I couldn’t make last weeks game because my workday ended up being insanely long. But last night I went and I was early and watched a game and a half. I’d only played Sloshball before where the rules involve drinking and I don’t even remember what else, so I needed to figure out how this game worked. I still don’t really know what happened, but I know I was able to get on the bag twice. I kicked two times and got on two times. I rotated as catcher. It was the most fun I’ve had since Saturday night. Kickball is so much more fun than stupid football ever was. There’s not the playbook and all the pressure from the boys. There’s intro music as you walk up to the plate. My song was “Shawty Get Loose.” Duh. What else would I ever pick in a million years? It was a blast and then after the game everyone goes to a place to have a beer and sing karaoke. I didn’t expect to be welcome with such open arms. Emily, Summer and I did Run DMC’s “Tricky Tricky.” At the end of the song my shorts got pulled down. Thank goodness I was wearing my under Armour boy shorts because they’d have seen WAY more of me than they ever wanted to. I think I was definitely not the star of the song, but I tried. Maybe we can hold rehearsal or something for next week if anyone else is on board.

I left a little after 10:30 to go home, shower, and be in bed by 11ish. That didn’t happen. I’m rollin’ down the road (635 for the locals)to hit 35 north and go home. That worked just fine for like 5 seconds, but then the freeway comes to a dead stop. Not slow down. Dead stop and there’s NOWHERE to go. More 18 wheelers all around me than ever before. Even the emergency lane was full of cars at a dead stop. It took me 2 hours to go about 3 miles. I was dying. I swear my bladder gets smaller by the day and I felt it badly. I’m not lying when I say that I was sweating because I had to go so bad. But I couldn’t get over because there were big rigs all around me. I I won’t get into the details of this disaster anymore, but it was the most horrible two hours of my birthday month. Not really. The worst two hours would be more relationship oriented. But this was physically the worst my body has felt in a long, long time. Anyway, it was BAD. I rolled down my windows because I swear I was losing my mind and I could hear people around me yelling profanities because it was so insanely ridiculous. I was about to cuss right there with them, but I called my dad for a few minutes instead. That’s all that I need is someone egging on my tendency to get mad, so I rolled my windows back up and listened to “Shawty Get Loose” again because it’s still my happy song.

Speaking of relationships…I think I mentioned this before, but I don’t remember for sure. I find it so odd that Keith and I never date people at the same time. Like the day my last relationship came to an end, he had a “going  out” with someone. Now I’m sitting on the couch yesterday hearing kissy noises and it reminds me that I’m single again, which I hate but am OK with at the same time. I think I’ve been so mad about the way things ended in the last relationship, I’ve not really cared about moving on. I think Chelsea was right when we talked about this whole situation. I’m a relationship person. I like being someone’s other half. So maybe I force it. Maybe I need to focus more on relationships other than another half. Friends. Who knows…maybe the person I’m meant to be with is one of my friends? I don’t know. Maybe I’m so bad at the relationship thing that I’m supposed to be alone. I don’t know. And maybe I need to accept the fact that I don’t HAVE to know. Maybe that’s the beauty of it. People always say to take it as it comes, but I’ve never been one to do that. So I’m going to give it a shot. It might be a huge failure, but at least I know I tried.

I also have to figure out how to accept the fact that Keith is doing all of the things that I do when I start to date someone. So what if we all made plans…initiated by him…to hang out on Saturday? Now he wants to go to lunch with the love interest. I shouldn’t be pissed off at him. I should be happy that he’s happy. And I should be OK with the fact that he’s going to want alone time with the love interest just like I used to, only I’m going to give it to him. I don’t want him to have to tell me that he wants 15 minutes alone. I should be mature enough to realize that he’s got just as much right to wander the apartment as I do and I am going to respect that without his having to ask for it. I have to learn to ask for the same from him. I think that’s why I’m so pissy with him right now. I shouldn’t expect him to think the same way that I do and I might have to buy him lunch occasionally to have alone time. I don’t know. But I do know that I’ve got to figure out how to reign my temper in with him because I think I’m letting it get the best of me. I’d rather leave my apartment for 6 hours than listen to kissy noises right now. That’s bad. Not supportive. It makes me a bad friend.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I’ve buried myself in work and friends as much as I can and need to just learn to deal with the stuff going on around me. So, that’s what I’m going to do. Wish me luck!

WOW what a weekend. My birthday month celebration went in full swing this weekend. Sort of. Friday I just passed out as soon as I got home. I meant to take a little nap, but I hit snooze for 3 hours solid. So my day was a bust. I got up to clean my apartment because I’ve not cared enough to do it for a couple of weeks. I mean you can ask anyone who knows me and has been to my apartment. it’s never immaculate, but I wouldn’t feel disgusted eating here or feel like I needed a shower after I walked out my door. But my brain has been in such a funk lately I just didn’t care. I still didn’t do that great of a job, but it’s disinfected and vacuumed and dusted…much better. I did get up and met friends for dinner and then went and people watched for a while. It was nothing wild or crazy. Just something to do. 

I meant to take it easy on Friday night because Pee Paw and I were gonna go fishing bright and early on Saturday morning. I set my alarm for 8AM and I was up by 8:01. I went and got Pee Paw. We loaded up the boat. We went to the bait shop and bought 3 dozen minnows. We get the boat in the lake and head to the bridge to fish. We get about 100 yards from where we wanted to be and I look back and there’s smoke coming out of my boat engine. I swear I thought it was on fire. I had the fire extinguisher in my hand and was ready to spray. Let’s put it this way. There was enough smoke coming out of it that every other boat in the area came over to rescue us. It turns out that it wasn’t on fire. I managed to break a belt and that caused the engine to overheat and let to lots of smoke. The feeling if being towed to shore by a God send in another boat is awful. It’s kind of like you’re the loser in the piece of crap boat that can’t even run long enough to get to the stupid bridge so you can fish with your Pee Paw. I’m very lucky that it is just a broken belt and that’s all of like $30 to fix. It’s funny because after my dad heard about the boat disaster he decided that I didn’t need a wake board for my birthday…I needed a professional tool set instead. Now I’m the proud owner of sockets and wrenches and screwdrivers. So now if I break another belt I will have the stuff I need to fix it then and there. I bought a jump starter for the battery last weekend because I’m a moron and never turn everything off and always manage to kill the battery. So now I have a way to make it start when I kill it.

After the lake I had to get geared up for a HUGE birthday night out. I tried to take a nap, but couldn’t sleep. So I showered and went over to my mom and dad’s house to get my car back from my baby sister. My mom and dad were going to go with us to Gay Bingo, so they followed me to the Rose Room. I think it was a little overwhelming. Gay bingo is a whole different kind of experience. I was happy that my parents went to be a part of the celebration, but I didn’t really know how to prepare them for what they would see. So as soon as we get to the door…not even inside the door…there;s a guy in leather underwear only walking outside. All I could think was oh my goodness. We got inside to the area they had reserved for us and it was a full view of everything going on around us. Guys dressed like girls…many in short dresses and no underwear underneath. My dad just kinda hung out and watched us play bingo. They met all of the friends who were able to make it and a lot of my co-workers. I think they had fun in the end…but I was nervous for them the whole time.

It was interesting, to say the least. I made $238 as a part of the celebration. Most of it was from “tips” I earned doing a special birthday dance. Here’s the thing and it might be TMI. Get ready. But I don’t like to wear underwear anymore. So last night I went commando, not knowing that people would be stuffing bills down my pants. And somehow and handful of those bills ended up in the last place I ever wanted them to go. So disgusting. And having to reach down into my pants and pull the bills out of my crotch was awkward. Mom and dad must have been so proud. Uncle Daddy ended up on stage for some reason and took his shirt off. They tried to get Kinsey to do the same. JC had no shame in showing off his stuff, It was a very interesting night. But a blast. 

We went over to this new restaurant to eat and sober up some ad guess who was there…Jeremy from the Bachelorette. I think he likes him a little Kellie Rasberry. They talked for a while and then I was able to shake his hand and tell him how horrible I felt when he tried to win Deanna back in the Bahamas. I was nervous talking to him, so I went back to the table until he was walking out and then I got a picture with him. He even picked me up. That’s a bad feeling, too, because I’m sure the words “fat ass” were going through his head. Ugh. I don’t want to think about it anymore. 

Today has been lazy day to recover. I’m not hungover or anything, just so sleepy. I tried to take a nap again, but failed again. So now I’m being a bum watching the Denise Richards show and typing this.

Tomorrow night is the premiere of Joe and Slade Date My Ex on Bravo. I’m so excited. i set the season pass up for my TIVO today. I wont be home to watch it live tomorrow because I’m going to watch kickball. Chelsea is going to show me how to do this fantasy football thing, too. That should be fun.

The birthday month celebration continues next weekend! I’m pretty excited. It’s a house party and a day of another birthday party, a special festival at my favorite bar, and Kathy Griffin that night. It’s gonna be a blast!

My birthday has come and gone and I don’t really know how I feel about it. I’m happy because it was a pretty good day. It was very simple. My mom, nieces and nephew, sister, Keith, Jaron, Squirt and B all came to the studio to give us cake and gifts during the show. Casey had warm cookies delivered along with a giant bag of milk. Squirt made cookies and put them in a Frisbee as a plate and wrote my number, 6, on the inside. Very thoughtful.

Then I went home at about 1:30 and took a nap on my heating pad. It was a much needed nap and the heating pad was necessary because mother-nature decided to pay me an early, stress induced visit. Gotta love that. So I’ve spent every night this week on my heating pad and one night I apparently turned up the heat and left a big burn mark on my back. It’s ok now, but it hurt when I got up. I swore up until the moment I realized why my back was hurting me that it was the leftover pain from Keith trying to kill me on that stupid tube. But, come to find out, and luckily for him, it wasn’t.

I realized on my birthday that I’m still completely blessed to have my friends in my life. Keith is a saint for dealing with me so well, especially lately. I think I’ve been kind of stir crazy because we saw a lot of eachother last week when I was on vacation. So it was wake up and we were both at home. Go to bed and we’re both there. He works from home now, so when I’m home, he’s home. And when he’s home, I’m home. It’s a little much to bear for me sometimes and instead of just going in my room and being alone I am mean. Or just flat out silent. I really think that if I were him I would’ve broken my lease by now, but he manages to stick with it. Maybe it’s out of necessity because neither of us are exactly loaded.

My personal life has kind of gone into a total tail spin in the past couple of weeks and I’m sure that’s not helping, either. My older sister is back with my mom and dad and my nieces and nephew are a part of our lives again. I would never say that the kiddos are a bad thing in any way…it’s just different. I love those kids like my own, but we’ve grown so distant given the circumstances that it’s hard to readjust and jump back into the swing of it all. I’m not complaining AT ALL. I’m simply saying that things have changed. Then you throw in the break up and all the people that it seems I’ve lost and I think I’m trying my best to be numb. In my opinion numb is the worst feeling possible. I’d rather be a blubbering mess than not feel. I truly think that a part of me has shut down and I have to find a way to bring that part back to life.

I’m going to do that with my friends and family. These next couple of weekends have the potential to be fantastic. Tomorrow I’m taking my Pee Paw fishing on my boat. Then I go home to get cleaned up and it’s off to bingo. I’m so excited about this. I’ll probably crash at J-Si or Casey’s apartment because I just want to be crazy with no worries. Next weekend is another house party and then Kathy Griffin on Saturday night. I don’t have a date, so Josh who works here on the show is taking my second ticket and is going to be the official designated driver. I LOVE Kathy Griffin and would be content going alone, but I’ve got a fun group to hang out with and I seriously am pumped.

So, we will make sure to take lots of pictures at bingo tomorrow and then of the night out when it’s over. Wish us safety and fun…

Why have I dreaded writing this blog for so many days now? Because I don’t like a lot of the things I have to put in it, but it’s my life, so I will.

First things first…I’m single again and I don’t like it. I mean who in their right mind does like a break up, but I’m just saying. I’m told that I’m too needy and I have a tendency to bring out the worst in people. I get these things. I know I can be needy and on the last and only occasion I can remember it being pointed out to me, it was the last day before vacation and I was slightly out of my mind from stress and just exhaustion. So yes, I was needy. But I didn’t think that it would be the first reason I was given for the split. It’s especially tough because there are more people involved and the thought of losing them makes me ill, but my hands are tied. So, if you see me out and I’m not with anyone, that’s the reason.

One person took full advantage of my being alone over the weekend and literally stuck their tongue in my mouth. I’ve had a guy stick his tongue in my ear before and was disgusted, but this topped even that. It started as harmless conversation, but I think I closed my eyes for a second to think and opened my mouth to talk and the next thing I know this person grabs the back of my head and pulls it in. I was surprised because I didn’t want that. At all. But I was even more shocked that I didn’t run away or jump the fence and that she did it again. I don’t even know this person’s name. I didn’t ask for this to happen nor did I want it, so does kissing someone when you don’t even know their name make me easy?

I’m kind of shocked to share one totally random story with you. I found out on Friday that I’m a sleepwalker. A nude one, at that. I went out with friends on Friday night and had a good time. I didn’t over do it that much, so I can’t even use drunk as an excuse for this one. I went to bed. I stripped down naked because I felt like it and, since I was sleeping alone, had no reason not to. Anyway, as keith tells it, he is in his room talking to a friend on the phone. It’s like 4:30AM at this point. He hears his doggy gate open and me walk in. His bed is against the wall where he cannot see out of his door without getting up, so he didn’t know I was naked. I told him that I needed to let his dog out to pee. I never let his dog out to pee, especially while naked at 4AM. He gets up to see what’s going on and I’m standing in the bathroom totally naked, telling him that I have to use the bathroom. First of all I NEVER want KEITH to see me naked. Second, his bathroom is the dirty boys bathroom that I would not use even if it was the only one available. I’d rather let my bladder explode. He said we talked and I made no sense at all and after he screamed because I was naked and went back in his room, I went back to mine and it was over. I thought that I had dreamt all of this, but he says it happened. I remember him waking me up with a scream but that’s it. Weird, huh?

I caught up with some old friends while I was on break, which was kind of nice. I slept a ton the first couple of days we were off because I had to. I even went over to my baby sisters house one of the nights and had to sleep on her bed for like an hour because I was sure I couldn’t make the 5 minute drive home. It’s kind of pathetic that I let myself get that run down.

Keith, Michelle Rodriguez and I took my boat out for the first time this year. I bought a tube for the thing because that’s all Me-shall claims to know how to do, but I had to be the first to try it because it’s my tube. I’m pretty sure Keith was trying to put me out of my miserable existence because he went way to fast. I swear I was like a rag doll in the wind. I’m sore today, but not as bad as I thought I would be. I also did the knee board until he dropped me and I was livid, so I just quit. I was tired anyway, but I will kill myself doing that stuff if someone can pull me. It was fun in the end, but I’m sore today.

It’s my birthday on Wednesday and I was pumped, but that’s kind of been diminished with my mind being on other things. Don’t get me wrong. I still want people to celebrate me, but it kind of sucks knowing that the person who was going to throw my party isn’t. I’m just being a big baby and I will be ok. I think I realize that.

Oh, I forgot to tell about going to the gay guy strip club on accident. My hair guy was “dancing” there for his birthday last Tuesday and invited me and all of his other friends to go watch. I had no idea what I was walking into. I hand the door guy my ID, look up, and see nothing but boy booty and frontal things I’d be happy never seeing again in my life. Poor Todd. I couldn’t really even look at him because there was way too much skin and eew. He’s my friend and I don’t want to see that. But he had a blast and provided joy and entertainment to those around him, so I can’t say too much. And, he does hair fabulously. So if you need a hair guy, I recommend Todd at Steven Keith Salon on Lemmon Ave. in Dallas. I don’t get any discounts or anything for bragging about him, I just really like him. He makes the three hours that it takes to get my hair done not a beating.

That’s all for now.

OMG! Did you watch the Bachelorette last night? I cannot BELIEVE that she got rid of Jeremy. I mean I kind of get it…sort of. But I thought that her connection with Jeremy was way stronger than the one with Jesse. But I guess I was horribly, awfully, terribly wrong.  I’m OK with that though because on the recap show she says she is happy and engaged. Good for her! I just don’t think that Jesse is ready for marriage. But I was so off base with Jeremy, I could be wrong again. The finale is next week, so we won’t have to wait too much longer to find out who she picks. But I still stick with my theory. She will pick Jason if she sticks with the rules. If she wants to stir it up she will say that she made a huge mistake when she got rid of Graham and pick him instead. Who knows. This show toys with my brain so much and I never saw it coming. A few weeks ago I was over at Mary’s and we sat down and watched it and I’ve been hooked ever since. Like so hooked I even CRIED last night. I never used to cry at TV shows, but I apparently have this connection thing with people thing going now and I cry and TV shows and movies and everything.

Tonight I might cry again but because Wipeout is on and the people bouncing off of those big red balls is so freaking funny to me. Oh, and happy birthday to the great Missy Elliott. She’s 37 today and still my hero.. If I had the talent to pursue my dream of being a real rapper, I would try and “collaborate” with Missy. She’s like one of a handful of celebs I’ve not met but would love to. But I would probably freeze up and not be able to talk. So maybe I shouldn’t meet her. I don’t know. If she was anything less than so nice I would be heartbroken. That’s why I would never want to actually meet a few people. Like what if Natalie Maines was a total B? I would be devastated. I have stood behind her through all their mess, so if she didn’t like run to me and hug me, I’d be so sad. I’m sure I would still love her, but my whole vision of the band would be ruined forever. And I am that loser who named my dog Cowboy after “Cowboy Take Me Away.” Would she care? I doubt it. And why should she? I’m just another fan who would bother her and swoon about how much I love their CD’s. I probably should continue to be the socially awkward person in the room who can’t get the gall to approach a celebrity or their manager except to tell them not to cuss while they’re on the show.

Only 36 more breaks and vacation starts. Am I loser for having been doing a countdown since like 187 breaks? I know that’s probably more proof of my being an OCD loser, but whatever. If you couldn’t get your lazy butt out of bed to save your life you’d be counting down the breaks until vacation, too. But I know that the show going on vacation makes a lot of people mad, so I will shut up about it now and not acknowledge it again until tomorrow morning. When it will be 24 breaks. Yay that!

My new nervous habit is biting and picking at the skin on my fingers until they bleed or get unbearably sore. I had to stop typing this blog to walk back and get a band aid because my thumb is bleeding. That’s so gross. I used to be a nail biter, but I stopped that. Now I’m doing it again, but just during the show. I need to get a stupid little stress ball or something before my fingers are skinless. Anyway, I will shut up period now. I gotta get ready for big, big things on the show.