Circadian Rhythm... mmmmm
So... what I remember from Easter Sunday church service: one guy singing one or two words behind the rest of the congregation (consistently, I'm talking on every song here) and singing obnoxiously loud to add to that... and me getting elbowed because I was laughing. And this wonderful quote from the guy behind me: "He sings real good but he can't talk real good." Ahh, home. I should pay attention in church a little more, but I'm big into the self-fulfilling prophecies and am making myself not like that church. My 8th grade basketball coach was there. Her family goes there but she has moved to Indiana. Man, she was a witch back in the day but I give her the benefit of the doubt. She had a baby. Who on earth would give her a baby is my question. She couldn't keep her cats alive, as I recall. Stacey-Logic defined.
So, my room has been renovated. Audra and I debunked by ourselves. I'll tell you, after living with a roommate who is perfect for you for 1 3/4 years, having your own room is a little odd and lonely. Not that I've been alone in the room much, but it's the late night stuff and early morning stuff when we were alone I miss. Oh well. It may be for the best.
Quick plug: Come see Mr. UIS Friday night at 7 PM in the Cafeteria... Audra and I will not disappoint.
So, the extra stuff from when we debunked the bed is sitting in our little hallway, being the white trash we are with our belongings in the yard, and the distractable RA I have. Anyway, this is what happens when Audra and I get Easter candy, little sleep, and a camera:
I'm just glad you can't see the tatoo Chris Wyant so creatively put on my thigh: "PUSSY" with an arrow pointing up.
oh the fun in the L-R-H.