So I’m doing the lock-in tonight. I’m not sure if I’m up to staying up all night, although I have been staying up til 1AM lately. Maybe that and caffeine will help.
Phil has us going all over the city. Bowling, Lipscomb, Crieve Hall Church of Christ. You name it, we’ll probably be going there. We’re starting at 9PM, which makes me think that some of these semi public places that we’re going to might have special arrangements to have us at 1AM. I don’t know for sure. I just drive the church van and count kids.
You know, I haven’t bought any duct tape or plastic sheets to make a safe room yet. This whole orange terror alert is based on false information. “What me worry?” I don’t really have time to worry if smallpox is going to be released at our malls. Worrying shortens my lifespan in the longrun. Plus I hardly think that Nashville or anyplace in Tennessee is relatively high on the terrorists’ list of targets. Unless they have something against country music or Elvis, but then again, who doesn’t have something against country music? So why bother worrying about this? Safe rooms? Might be good for somebody in Manhattan. But not in Mt. Juliet.
So today is what they call Valentine’s Day. More than likely the Olive Garden will be packed with couples staring at each other in dim candlelite. Me, I’m doing a church lock-in. Not that I would have done anything anyways. Valentine’s Day has always aluded me in a way. Yet I am sorta glad of that. Girlfriends would be expecting chocolate or flowers or some other meaningless thing like that.
Still, CBS did give me some good eye candy to look at when they showed Survivor Amazon last night. Heidi. Man, is she cute. And a P.E. teacher. My P.E. teachers were never that beautiful.