My nails are done for the prom, so they look pretty but I can't play guitar. And I was just making some really nice riffs before I got them done. I hope I don't forget them. Damn nails.
Writing some piano music again. Haven't done that in a while. I miss it.
.and I miss *you*.
Tomorrow won't feel right without you.
*In that naked land I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never shared. No one dared.The Sound Of Silence.*
I'm home... trying to get some sleep because I didn't get even ONE second of it last night. But I still can't get any so I don't see the use. I really should go see a doctor. This is not good.
I can't read any of my e-mails and it's really pissing me off.
I hate fricken spyware!
Anyways, I have to go to a special mass at St. Michaels Cathedral today to see the blessing of the oil I'll be confirmed with...hmm... This should make for an interesting mass...I hope. Different at the least.