Dear Diary,

I think my greatest fault is that I get too attached to individuals who eventually get on my nerves but by then it's too late to break away.

He called her and not me. Guess I should've seen that one coming.

Could sleep only a wink or two last night- I was too nervous about directing the choir this morning. I was scared out of my wits but they said I looked calm and like I was at home there. Drat my suave performance skills.

I still think it was funny that the half-Puerto Rican was leading worship and I [being the full-blooded Puerto Rican] was directing the choir, and another half- Puerto Rican was singing the offering special.

Puerto Ricans rock the Lord's House. And that's all I have to say about that.

~the anti-mahler