No Day But Today

I've seen Rent twice in the past week or so. It was amazing both times. I think it's one of those things where I'm at a point in my life where it just resonates strangely with the current insides of my head; I can't imagine liking it as much in fifteen or twenty years. Dunno.

Christine is here, til tomorrow morning. This is spiffy--I have very few friends who are wiling to spend days reading in bed. Other than that, we went to Rocky Horror at the Rialto on Friday night; I'm not sure if someone got a picture of us with our eyeliner V's. I saw a guy from church there who I know was there without his mother's knowledge and/or permission, which I found amusing. As always. Her being here made me sort of realize how much the person I am is a product of the people I am from. You really can't know where you're going until you know where you've been. She said that having met my family makes me less confusing--not that I was before, but that a central piece of the Hannah puzzle has now been placed.

There's a bit going on in my brain, but it's all muddly right now. Could probably be boiled down to a Switchfoot song title--Life and Love and Why. There should be switches for some things. That would make life easier. Of course, knowing me, I would forget to turn them back on at appropriate times, which could make things awkward. Or even easier. Not sure which.

Up early tomorrow morning. Stupid airports.