don't want to be your monkey wrench
i go to the quiet early service at my church, and our worship band consists of an old guy and an electric keyboard... it was SO funny today... right in the middle of a really slow hymn, he knocked a button on the keyboard and a funky disco beat started! everyone else was pretending not to notice, and he was trying to get it to stop, and getting all flustered while everyone kept singing. ok, you really had to be there...
the misconduct committee is meeting on september 2nd, and i'm scared. it's going to be a panel of nasty people, and then just me... i don't know whether to go or not. i don't even know if i have to. it's hard to think about anything else at the moment.
the olympics have got a hundred times more boring since all the synchronised diving is over. at least that had the entertaining gay-factor of a home improvement program.
oh yeah, you know that feeling when someone you know asks how you are, and you start to actually tell them, but by the time you're half way through your first sentence you realise it would have been so much easier to just say "fine", and then you sort of start to backpedal and pretend you were exaggerating and try to turn the conversation round to how THEY are? it's annoying.