Itchy. I woke out of a sound sleep around 1am and idly scratched my left leg, provoking a major encounter with the Hive Fairy. I was up for about an hour until the lotion kicked in. So, maybe four and a half hours? I think it's psychogenic, triggered by my emotional response to the newer of the two new temple films. Because sobbing and wailing are not appropriate behaviors for the house of the Lord. My inner artist was calling out last night. The part of me that was quashed and possibly shamed by my 7th grade art teacher. The part that says calligraphy is nice, and craft is good, but honey, you are supposed to be an artist as well as a musician. You mean to tell me that you forgot?
So today I am at work, when I want to be home, crying and making music and making jewelry and thinking seriously about painting over my canvas from last week. And I am eating, to keep from crying. Tomorrow morning I will help clean the church. And tomorrow night I will do a drive-by fooding of the missionaries. And in between I'm pretty sure that glorious messes are going to happen.
Oh, and I'm planning on attending a hockey game in a couple of months. Wouldn't it be funny if I ended up being more comfortable at the hockey game than I was at the opera?
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The hockey game will be awesome because the seats are much lower, we can take the train to get there and you will have 1 1/2 awesome hockey guides to tell you everything you never wanted to know about what is playing out in front of you.
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