Tuesday, December 04, 2001

I am so so sooooooooooo tired. I am s'posed to be taking dishes out of the china cupboard for safekeeping, since tomorrow there will be much banging and sawing right around the corner from there. However, I'm afraid that if I try to move the contents now, I will drop them all and get very, very upset with myself. Did I mention I was tired? Oh, yes. Tomorrow night I give my talk: for better or worse, I'm done. I hope I don't bore/offend/put off anybody, but as Sammy Davis Jr. sang, "I Gotta Be Me." No, I'm being the weency-est bit paranoid. I think what I'm worried about is that they won't like it, or think I'm just a freak and not an interesting freak. I worry too much, and about stupid things, too. I think I will bring my God Box and explain that too. The Olympic torch started its journey today... what a beautiful and inspiring thing. And for sheer silliness.... the ever-popular What To Do When You Meet Jesus article.

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