Okay, it's like 10:45PM, Jen's in the shower and I am waiting to go to some Halloween party. Guess we will see how fun it will be. I have had 5 heinekens and I am feeling all good at this point. Sometimes I think it is just easier to get out of things so i don't have to commit emotionally. I don't what the hell my problem is. I just kind of freak when things get tough and feel the need to just run from it all. I think Jason hit it on the nail today when he responded to my email about leaving on a cruiseship. He said, "Why? Sounds to me like you are running from something." And I thought to myself, maybe I am. I ran from Houston to Nac-a-nowhere and then from there to Austin and now to Austin to somewhere out in the middle of the ocean. Yet I do try and blame it on business- like the contacts i will meet or the moeny I will save to get Bella Rock and SLT off the ground. Hmm. Who's reading this now? The thoughts roam through my mind like a television that won't turn off. Tomorrow night is Shane's party. We are supposed to go.