Sleep is for the weak!!

Or so I am told. But now I am slightly under the weather, tired, achey and sore-throaty. So I have concluded that I am definitely weak, and yes, sleep is for me!!

Jon crushed my cowboy hat. I was perturbed. I reshaped it as best as I could. I am wearing it to rehearsal tonight.

I am looking forward to Michelle's birthday!!! Except that she hasn't given me any sort of clue as to what a list for her may include this year... hint hint *couch couch*

As for me and my 22nd birthday is August, I want rolly shoes. I know you hate them, Bob, but that doesn't mean I can't want them. I really want them. There are probably things I need more, but they sure do look right up my alley.

My vocal-therapist is very pleased with my progress. Today she tape-recorded me, and even said after listening back, that I did "fantastic!!!" Which she never says, so I felt very very happy.

I am actually wearing my own clothes today. I know, can you believe it?

Time to eat and go to work. I am wearing make-up again. It is fun, with the new purchases and all, half of which I can't find, but I'm sure they're around here somewhere. Probably under the piles of my three-girl room.

SporadicNess (I had no idea how to spell that.)