Sorry guys, I had another meltdown the other day.  It's this neverending cycle with me.

I'm going to church this morning as soon as I finish this cereal.  I always feel so much better when I'm talking to God as opposed to when I'm ignoring him, as I have been lately.

But my gosh I've been sleeping my life away the last little while.  I fell asleep on the couch Friday night while my two friends were still over at my house,  then slept til 11:30 yesterday.  I got called into work, so I went in from 2-7 p.m.  I had my mind on all this stuff I wanted to do after I got off, but instead I took a long hot bath, shaved my legs, then got sat down in front of the TV with Mom to watch 48 Hours Mystery.  BUT, before I could even see who did it, I fell asleep on the couch AGAIN (let me just take this moment to say I'm unaccustomed to being able to fall asleep anywhere but in my bed).  Mom tried to wake me up to go to bed but I wouldn't budge, and thus slept on til about 2 a.m. when I finally managed to crawl off the couch and into my bed.  Then I made myself get up just a few minutes ago for church.

In other news, I'm sure it wouldn't surprise anyone to know that I'm totally not feeling Valentines Day this year.  And it's bugging me that James and his mom STILL have Christmas trees sitting on their graves =P  Since I've been brought to the conclusion that no one really goes up there besides me (and Shelia when she happens to be in town), I'm going to take it upon myself to take them off.  But I don't want to do that until I have something else to put on them.  And I don't get paid until the Friday after V-Day, so I'm afraid they'll just have to have Christmas for Valentine's Day until I can get up there to change the arrangements.

I do assume it's okay for me to do that.  I mean, if no one else is going to, then I don't see why not.  Some people just aren't graveyard people.  They don't want to go back after their loved ones are buried, but me?  I love them.  Even before anyone I loved died, I actually enjoyed going to graveyards and reading tombstones to imagine the lives people had.  And I'm into honoring the physical sides of people as well, so I take flowers.  Some people consider that to be morbid, but I'm getting so I really don't care.

So I'm going to make myself stay awake today and get stuff done that needs to be attended to before the Superbowl party at my bro's tonight.

By the way,  has anyone ever read the book The Devils of Loudon?