It's saturday morning, and I have no reason to be awake except that Brian always wakes up early with or without an alarm. Once he gets up and starts moving around it's hard for me to stay asleep. He's already off to the studio at this point to work on recording some songs with his band. I have a full day of thrift shopping and a By The Grace Of God reunion show on my plate. Aaron, if you're reading this: I'm sorry you are missing the show, but if it's any consolation the show is actually missing you. Tonight I may hang out with Jessie and Daryl, but I'm not sure because they really want to go to a haunted house, and I don't really like those things. I had a traumatic experience in one when I was about 13, and I haven't been in one since. I didn't pee in my pants or anything, there was just too much fake fog/smoke which made me unable to breathe. It really upset me at the time, although if I went in one now I probably wouldn't remember what all the fuss was about. Well, I should have better things to do on this COLD AS H-E-double hockey sticks day than sit in Brian's room writing on my live journal. Wish me luck on my search for neat things today! And in case I don't see you, "Good afternoon, good evening, and good night."