Once a year, Trish has an event which she is powerless to stop from happening, unless she were to end her life, but this is not likely at all. Today marked the nineteen-year anniversary of her birth. She did not want pictures taken this night, which was good, because I temporarily lost my camera anyway. We first went to Firewheel (where I picked up the book I'm supposed to have read and have notes on by Thursday, and it's LONG), then, after some shopping (and Emily and I writing letters to Santa at Macy's), we drove to Applebees. Cassia and Spiffy (her boyfriend, who was loads of fun) were to follow me from Firewheel. I got lost the last time I drove back from Firewheel. It's fun to get lost, but not as a group ordeal.
We made it there with minimal trouble, and Trish got to have a birthday song sung to her by the Applebees guys/women (a first for Trish). Then we headed over to Pastor Nick's house, where we watched Elf and drank hot chocolate/coffee (mixed, not separate). I drove Bri home, and, upon her inquiry about what I should have done today, I told her my troubles. It took the car ride to skim over it all. Of course, it's past one A.M. and I had that coffee earlier, so I'm still wired.
I found these lense-less glasses in my car today. Should I keep wearing them?
