Thursday night at the club. It's like Dee's friend, who said "Oh man, I haven't been to Ash Wednesday mass in a year." It was something like that. Actually, maybe two years for me. If I wasn't so gutless, I wouldn't have guarded my chair for so long. Nimz even voluteered to ask a girl to dance for me, but things didn't go as planned.

Freaking irony. Watching doors open as you're walking through a different one.

There are a few times in life where I wish I would stop thinking before I did anything. I figure things will happen in His time, but it doesn't mean I can just sit on the sidelines forever.

I thought this would get easier.