I've Got Music and Starlight, but Not Circadian Rythym.

Anyone who knows me well knows that I'm the world's worst night owl. I love to stay up late, and it's often for no good reason. 

Tonight, I had a reason. Sort of. My roommates were able to register at 12:01. They needed moral and technical support. Really. I've only been here one semester longer than them, but they've assumed from Day One that I know everything about the school, its website, and how to survive at college. I play along, but this new website just stumped me and almost dissolved the mirage. Three hours later, they each have a few classes.

But now we've reached the point where I'm staying up for no good reason. I've been messing around on picnik these days. Here's what I've come up with.

I've been thinking about Kirie a lot lately. With March Madness going on, my phone is constantly lighting up with "sports talk" tweets from her husband Joe. I love this picture from their reception 3 years ago.

My home ward's annual Super Activity always features a "Spin the Bottle" game that Andrea and I made up especially for the occasion. We think of things we want to see Ryan do, put them on a board, and you have to spin an empty bottle of Jones to see which one you have to do. (Seriously. Our thought process: "What about ____?" "I would love to see Ryan do that!") Dallin had to wear red lipstick. Huzzah.


Good night, and thank you.
(Ooh, that's a song from Evita. I had a great idea for a remake of the movie--starring Lady Gaga. Heck,  I would pay to see that onstage!)