Penguins & Cheese: I Want Me Back

The youth group I'm in performed a skit today at church. It was called The Searcher. I was the said searcher, Jen, Gordie, and the other kids were machines, and Ben was Jesus (which I found to be a highly amusing concept). I was supposed to be putting money into these machines, trying to get them to teach me the answer to life. They spewed out the typical money, education, booze, meditation, fitness, religion stuff that didn't work out, and then Ben-Jesus comes and teaches me to follow him because all else isn't fufilling. It went well, except for Ben getting stuck in a closet about ten minutes before we went on. He went in and closed the door, so me and two other girls went to force the door open. Unfortunately, when I turned the handle, he must have been holding the other end pretty good because I tried wrenching it open and it twisted so much that it rendered the door handle useless. Ben was stuck for awhile; luckily there was a tool kit in the closet he chose, so they were able to get the hinges off and Gordie pushed the door off just in time. It was a really funny situation, but I still feel bad about breaking the handle.

I haven't been feeling very good lately. I'm really tired, no matter how much I sleep. It might just be all the stress from the past couple weeks finally catching up with me. I hope that's all it is. I've become a real kill-joy lately because of it. I've always used fatigue as an excuse for being in a bad mood, but it's really been the problem lately. It sucks. I want me back.

In a Past Life...