Hi. It’s me again. That’s right, another post less than 24 hours after the previous one. The way a blog should be, at least if it wants to attract and retain readers…if you ask me. But seriously, don’t ask me, because I obviously don’t practice what I preach. Anyway, I’m bored. I probably should just go to bed, but as you learned in the last post, that probably won’t happen (although I am laying on my stomach on the bed while typing this, and I occasionally find myself laying my head down and closing my eyes while still typing). Let’s run over everything I did today. First I woke up around 9:15. Then I showered and got ready for work. Then I went to work at 10. From noon to 2, Micah, Cliff, Eric, and I practiced in the sanctuary for a wedding reception we’re playing at on Sunday afternoon. Then I worked some more until almost 5. Following that, I returned home to Pastor Mick’s house and killed some time doing whatever kills time. A little before 7, I headed over to East Side Middle School to watch the Highland High School beat whoever it was that they played. There were a number of East Side people there. At halftime, I went to get some dinner at Taco Bell (don’t tell). After the game, I came back home and hung out with Micah for a while before finding myself right here on the computer, contemplating whether I should currently be in bed asleep. (Here’s a gap of time for when I put my head down after typing “asleep.”) I kind of want to watch an episode of Arrested Development, but I’m not sure it wouldn’t be smarter to just go to bed. Tomorrow I’m having lunch with Eryn Bowser, and in the evening, I’m going over to the Stuckey house for my belated birthday dinner with them. I think we’re eating Italian, but I’m not sure what sort of dessert we’re having because when Gina asked me what I wanted, I was pretty indecisive. I’m sure it will be great.

Ok, I think I must call it quits on this one and hit the sack. My head is currently down, and that is giving me great troubles while trying to type correctly.

Peace to you, my brethren and sistren.

Matt Ulrich (not #69 for the Colts)

It’s funny really. Every time I’m up way too late, I usually end up getting the song “Breathe (2AM)” by Anna Nalick stuck in my head. Then what usually happens is that I look at the clock and find that it is, indeed, just about 2 in the A.M. Weird, I know. You know what else usually happens when I’m up way too late? I start thinking about what little sleep I will be getting even if I were to go to bed immediately, and it makes me feel worse because I know I’ll feel exhausted tomorrow. Then when I wake up in the morning, I find that I was right about how I’d feel. It’s a pretty vicious cycle, and to be honest, I’m not much of a fan. There’s something to be said about staying up late if there’s a reason such as work that needs to be done, friends that need to be talked to or hung out with, or an indefinite (but definitely late) wake-up time. Anyway, here I find myself once again in the same situation. If there wasn’t Wi-Fi where I’m currently living, I’d have been dead to the world for a few hours by now, but alas, I find myself distracted. I actually wish that was the case. I usually can’t seem to pull myself away in a timely manner, and tonight is no different.

Anyway, since I hadn’t blogged in a while, I thought I’d stop in and say hi. I am currently living with Pastor Mick (my worship pastor and boss) while I make some life decisions, including one regarding where to live. I’ve been enjoying a summer of playing country music with Cook and Belle and working at the church. I was recently reminded by a commenter on this blog that I had made a list of everyone I could think of who was engaged (found in my October 15, ‘06 post). That list had, I believe, 13 people on it, and I do believe most, if not all, of them are now married. Also married are some other people who I did not include in the list either because I didn’t know they were engaged at the time or I simply couldn’t remember them while writing the list. I could get all emo and cry about how I’m still single and really not content with it, but I won’t. You probably are thanking me for not going there, which means we are becoming closer and friendlier. (If that’s the case, and you’re a single, attractive female, call me.)

That is all. Must…go…to…bed. Night.

Today is my birthday, and I celebrated by grilling myself, and by “grilling myself,” I mean getting extremely sunburned under 100+ degree heat at a water park. Now I hurt. Oh well.