I just talked to my family for the first time in far too long. I didn't realize that it had been that long; being busy does that to you, I suppose. Anyway, nothing terribly earth shattering is going on back home, but the thing that got to me the most was talking to my little brother and sister. Their voices sounded so different; when I was handed over to the brother, I just about started to cry. He started going into this in-depth summary of a book he was reading, and I just saw (or rather, heard) so much of myself in him. And rather than make me happy, it's made me sad, and I'm not sure why. I suppose I'm mourning the fact that I'm not going to get to watch the brother and sister grow up. I won't be there to intimidate their first boyfriend/girlfriend, can't help them out with their classes and tell them what it's like to be an adolescent. This is really getting ridiculous, I need to stop being sappy. I hate it when things get to me like this.

The Playas Ball was interesting, had an okay time. I totally felt sexy as hell, though, in my naughty school-teacher/sectretary look. My favorite moment of the night: Chad coming up to me and saying, "Are you a skanky secretary? Man, you can take my dictation any time you want!"

Rehearsals were decidedly non-heinous. They went pretty well, in fact, despite being off-book for the first time. All I need now is that song and dance....