... but I'm not.
To be fair, I've gotten so much done today that there really isn't much left for me to do. I guess I could work on one or more of my long-term projects, but it's Friday and I'm unmotivated.
I've actually got plans this weekend: tomorrow afternoon is day drinking while doing arts and crafts with a buddy of mine (it's more fun than you'd think), tomorrow night is KARAOKE NIGHT! There's a whole bunch of us heading to the trashy little karaoke bar on the other side of town and I can hardly wait! For whatever reason, I LOVE going to karaoke bars even though I don't sing in public. It is usually just entertaining, but every once in awhile you get to see some random person with pretty impressive vocal talent. I love those moments... everybody sitting back drinking and singing along to some silly song like 'Friends in Low Places' and then the next thing you know, Whitney Houston's doppelganger steps up and knocks everyone's socks off. I think it's fabulous. And I'm always really happy for those regular-joe folks who have this thing that they can do that makes people stand up and applaud them. I think that we all need something like that. Unfortunately, I think these sorts of gifts are pretty uncommon.
I've always wished I could sing. I mean, I can carry a tune, but that's not the same thing as REALLY being able to sing: to move people with your voice and emotion. I don't know if you can learn that part by taking singing lessons... plus I'd be too embarrassed to take singing lessons anyway. Singing feels very personal to me. It makes me feel super exposed. Naked, almost. Is that normal? I suppose not, or there wouldn't be karaoke bars, would there?
Nothing else to say, really.
Just relax into it...