I am sitting here, obviously not studying, checking my Facebook and MySpace and my email. And I get messages from good friends from high school and middle school. Friends who I haven’t seen in years. Out of nowhere.

Then I start thinking about Saturday at 7:30. Magic Circle again. Only a few people understand what this means. I feel like I should write about it a lot here or even write out what I am going to say that night. But I know I can’t. I know that the past four years have been leading up to that very moment. That it will come to me and I will most likely cry and that I will probably make other people cry, too, but hey…”that’s okay.”

When it rains it pours, I suppose.