Talked to Eric. He said that Carl could give me the info for fall play practices tomorrow at the Freshman Info Meeting. This means, no rehearsal tomorrow at 9am. God, I suck so much. I knew there wouldn't be. I just always imagine the worst.
I guess I can unset my alarm for 7:45. I was going to wake up, drive to school and check the call-board tomorrow morning. Now I won't have to be up until 9. *sigh* Relief.
Still worried about the ticket, but what the hell can I do about it? Nothing. It's out of my hands. I will mail it tomorrow and hope nothing goes askew.
I'm writing mommy a note for her credit card and info on the reception for Nik and Amanda.
Isn't it amazing how sometimes you can find a song that totally sums up everything you are feeling? I think this is one of the reasons I love music so much. It's so real, and pure, and *there*
Fuel's Bad Day. Download it now. Please, it's fantastic.
Anyway, little by little, my life is once again re-ordering itself. I will leave you all with this wonderfully true cliche: There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.
