I came home last night and my housemates were watching Joan of Arc and after yesterday's rehearsal, all those sounds of battle and screaming were enough to just kill me.
I'm just worn out. But nevermind, it always works out okay in the end.
On another note, I just brought Pat's birthday present, I have time to write letters this afternoon, Jane + I are going to Border's so I can get the new Tori CD, and I brought mince + tortillas because I've been having insane burrito cravings lately. I also awoke to a gorgeous text message, email, and msn conversation with Russell this morning. So its really not all bad at the moment, and I just need to stop choosing to focus on the bad stuff, because there's always something nice to look forward to.