I just want to go home. Home, the place where when you get caught in a lie, at least you are smart enough to admit it, explain it, and apologize. Home, Where I don't have to keep telling people to love me! Home, where my efforts are appreciated on a daily basis. Home, where my heart is, and aches to be right at this very moment. Just home.

I am starting to wonder why I am having this birthday party for myself. Eighteen invitations went out asking for RSVP's by the 24th. Tomorrow! Seven have RSVP'd. One has the kids that weekend, one maybe, and the rest are flyin' solo. With the exception of one of the coolest chicks on the planet, Renna, who I am sure will be showing up with her boyfriend who also got an invitation and has yet to RSVP. Am I stressing unduly? I need to call the restaurant so that they know how many of us there will be. The comedy club may fill up so I have to reserve enough seats for all who will be attending. Why did I do this again? Oh yeah so that I could dress really elegantly, have a bunch of people who I never really see anymore all get together, pay too much for a gourmet meal, and a nice view of Austin's skyline at night, watch them get really trashed and laugh at them later! Okay now that I have put this into perspective....I think I am going to send out reminders that the RSVP date is tomorrow. Oh I am sooo excited again!