Freaker. I'm on pins and needles and a restless ball of energy. I don't usually get this anxious sick-to-my-stomach feel, but I'm certainly feeling it now! Blagh!
I'm speaking in church tomorrow. No big--12 minutes and suitable research has been conducted, quotes gathered, and minimal word-for-word planning done. The recipe for a great talk. I know it'll be fine, but I'll be anxious about it from now until 3:35 tomorrow afternoon when I stand and deliver.
I found the perfect, and I mean perfect place to live in the big life change of 2007. But I'm waiting on official word--coming soon I hope--and then I can relax further.
I know this blog isn't funny, or entertaining, or alarmingly offensive, but it's me at this moment.
But my last thought before closing--is eating at the continental breakfast at the hotel tomorrow morning considered 'eating out' and in turn mean breaking the Sabbath? I wonder if that's in the official church handbook...
4 comments:
no you're allowed to eat the breakfast.. and yes we're going to be dancing friday and saturday night NYC style baby!
i meant.. yes you can eat the food...
not to worry. i've got alarmingly offensive covered on a regular basis.
I think the official church handbook says don't stay in hotels on Sunday.
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