I miraculously managed to peel myself out of bed this morning. Any other morning would be fine. I would be up by 7:45am, showered and primped in time to leave at 8:30am for 9 o'clock service. This morning harbored a 5 hour night of sleep that felt as if I'd only hit the bed 20 minutes before. Upon this unusually hard awakening, I had all of 5 minutes to brush my teeth, comb my hair, and put some decent clothes on for service.

I hate looking greasy (or feeling it for that matter.)

The night before, after Jaynie, Heidi, Jorel, and Paul left my house (we had been watching NOTORIOUS C.H.O.) Dee and I went driving around in search for some good food. 30 minutes later Dee dropped me back off at home and we settled with not getting anything to eat but insteading retorting to our computers.

I spent the rest of the night chatting it up on AIM and spending time with my bible and journal. By 3am I was pouring myself into bed hoping that the next 5 hours of sleep would somehow feel like 12 seeing that these past couple of days have served me with buckets of fun and barrels of errattic sleep patterns.

Lack of sleep makes me lethargic with a tinge of insanity.

To say the least, church was worth the grouchy awakening. My parents and I went for lunch after service, hitting up the usual eatery corner in China Town that we seem to routinely visit each Sunday afternoon. We partook in a variety of filipino and thai dishes, drinking coconut juice and thai iced tea. My mom decided to do a little fruit shopping while we were down there so my Dad and I followed her around the brightly cultural streets of down town while my Dad held all her bags of fresh fruit and I chatted it up my cousin Margo on my Dad's cell phone (it's all about free weekend minutes).

When we finally got home around 12:30, I could feel what energy I had left, completely drain from my body. This led to a nap that lasted till 5pm in which my Dad called on my cell phone to let me know that we'd be watching "Chicago" at 8 but not before having dinner at Mekong (this great Thai restaurant).

"Chicago" has officially made house in the position that "Moulin Rouge" once had in my heart. With all the twenties cabaret style costumes and musical performances with every heart beat, the movie was exactly what I wanted to see and would want to see, all over again.

I'm gonna have to own this one on DVD.

It's a few minutes away 11:30 and the night feels very young. These are the moments I wish I had a boyfriend that would call me up and wisk me away for late nights of coffee and whatever else this sweet world has to offer. But yeah, I just don't have the time (of willing effort) to deal with that boyfriend stuff. At least not now.

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