'Cause it's almost over now, almost over now

So, another week or so has gone by. We worked all weekend on the basement, got all the sheetrock up, completely screwed in etc. All of it. looks really crazy now, it's a completely different basement. Then we cleaned up the other side of the basement, and rearranged Christine's room for her, so that it is now way easier for her to move around n' such. 

I also got money from my dad to pay for Dakota's balls to be removed. poor guy. I don't know about the whole process. The vet says he won't miss them, that he'll be calmer and it's not a big deal for this stuff to be done. But it is. I don't know why I care so much. I just feel bad for him. 

Baseball season started today. With a seriously bad case of senioritis, I might as well drop out now, my motivation is destroyed from this moment on.

It's scary. I'm almost done with school. My new home is almost finished. Marriage is right around the corner. And...well...it's scary. I'm almost a grown up, and I don't really know what I'm doing, to be completely honest. I'm 22. I'm engaged. I own a house, I will have to start working full time. whoa. Is it too late to disappear and run away to Europe? 

I guess it's just time to buck up, grow up, man up, etc. This is one of those moments where I look God face to face and say "that's it, I'm done stalling, I have no idea what I'm doing, I need your help from here on out. Oh, and don't be vague when you tell me stuff, I'm kinda dumb when it comes to subtleties, so a good smack in the face might just benefit all involved. Oh, and help me not to screw this up too bad." I guess there comes a few times in life where a prayer like that needs to be said, and I'm smack dab in the middle of one.

BMo