One Midnight Gone, DAMMIT

I am retarded. This music is hard, but haven't I been listening to it for, I don't know, nine years? But every time Rainey starts her lovely little Ahh Ahh Ahh chorus, I botch up my "one midnight gone" line. Must stop listening to pretty Rainey and start listening to pretty music.

And there's another problem. When the sounds inside my head start, all else is lost. I'm still all sinus-blocked, so when I sing, all I can hear is my own voice rattling around in my head - nothing else gets in. What does this mean? I have no idea where I am in the music. Fortunately Dan is the greatest accompanist and will figure out what the hell I'm doing and go with it...because if he started playing "Carol of the Bells" instead, I wouldn't even notice.

Travis has been proudly wrapping presents for days. He's terribly excited about all the wonderful things he's acquired for everyone. And, as I knew it would, we did indeed end up purchasing two copies of the third season of Family Guy...one from me to him, and vice versa. Brilliant.

I did well and stayed away from auditions for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Yay, break! But sadly, I also missed Danielle's audition (Travis' little sister). She sang a song she penned herself while accompanying herself on the guitar. That's my girl.

Other than that, I have discovered brilliant recipes for shortbread cookies, chocolate death cookies, and sweet and spicy almonds. Today is the office Christmas party. This is the last weekend for Scrooge. Travis will soon be shaving off his goofy mutton chops (can't wait). I haven't finished my Christmas cards. I want more time to see people I like to see. Our vacation fast approaches and I can't wait. We're going to be eating dinner New Year's Eve at a renowned restaurant in Taos that I've been dying to try for about six years. I found out Bill's okay. We're trying to find the perfect chocolate miniature pinscher boy as a companion for my Little Bit. I loved Travis more this morning than I did when I fell asleep last night, but not as much as I will tonight. My Christmas shopping is nearly done. I had a dream last night that included most everyone I know and also, for whatever reason, Heather Leonardi, who I do not know and who does not know me - I think she was there just because I saw a picture of her recently and stored it in my brain as "Oh, THAT'S Heather Leonardi." I'm wavering in my determination to not audition for Forum at Bay Street. (Do not talk me into it! I need rest and time with Travis!)

That is all.