63 days to go

It's such a weird number. Sixty-three I don't know why, but that number has always been a little kooky to me. Sixty-three.

I did the same thing that I did last weekend this morning, except not to the extreme of last weekend. I woke up at 7:30, all worried because it was 7:30 and I wasn't awake and getting ready, but still realized that it was Saturday before I got up running to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I had a weird night last night. As I predicted, it wasn't over when it should have been. Fortunately, the forces of sanity kept me from staying out all night long. I found a new band I like last night, they're called Dirt Bike Annie. (Right now I know you're all thinking exactly what I thought: what a great name for a band!) Good stuff, a little poppy, but still good.

I'm off, I'm going to make purchases to beautify my home.

Sixty-three.