I wish I were more awake when I write these things.  By the time I go through and comment on all my friends journals it's usually getting pretty late. Choir tonight.  I have a 15 word solo, and I still managed to mess it up.  I got too nervous and sang it too quickly.  Oh well, I'll get it right.  I just wish it was more in my range.  I'm a bass and the solo is definately more in the tenor's range.  I still want, desperately to do it right. My wife did not come with me, and I think that's going to drop choir again.  Probably for the best.  The choir is making her to anxious now.  Two hours in such close proximity to other people is enough to break her. Our marriage clearly sucks now, although we both agree that we have no intention of divorcing each other.  She's making arguments with everything I say or do right now.  She says she doesn't hate me, but it's hard to imagine her feeling any other way after the way she treats me.  I'm at a level of sleepiness where I'm liable to start typing erros withou having the capability of ixing them myslf I keep drifting out of sleepy   Can't stay away oanother minute.  Everything is too confuing. Good night eEvery