tomorrow is the softball game.
yeah whatever man. i don't care. i play co-ed softball. i'm aware it makes me right on the verge of middle aged and i don't care. i'm having a kid, so i can play softball. it's like some sort of rite of passage. no worries, i'm not going to start ironing in my boxers and black socks or anything, just softball for now.
wednesday i have a meeting with a publisher, eh, whatever. i don't want to sound all jaded but that's the crummy thing about this business. an e-mail is just an e-mail until the minute you walk through the door. a meeting is just a meeting until you get a paper to sign. a contract is just a contract until... well you get the point.
THURSDAY IS HEATHER'S BIRTHDAY/BABY DAY. i see some of you have been voting on the poll, and i'm not the only one that thinks it's going to be a girl. i promise i haven't been going to other people's computers to stuff the ballot box. i don't know why i think it's a girl, but i just sort of do. maybe it's because belle (the dog) is a girl, and i feel more confident about teaching the baby tricks if it's a girl.
Oh, and as if all that excitement weren't enough for one week, i got to feel the baby move a little yesterday! twice, in fact. but now i get all jealous when Heather can feel it and I can't.
now if i could just get my sleep pattern back to somewhat normal.
that's a glitch about touring. it works in conjunction with my natural circadian rhythm and it teams up on "normal sleep pattern" and i just can't go to bed before like, 3.
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