"I picture you in the sun
Wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees
Asking for sympathy
Being caught in between
All you wish for and all you see
And trying to find anything
You can feel that you can believe in
May God's love be with you
Always
May God's love be with you
You know I would apologize
If I could see your eyes
When you show me myself you know
I became someone else
But I was caught in between
All you wish for and all you need
I picture you fast asleep
A nightmare comes
But you can't keep awake
May God's love be with you
Always
May God's love be with you
Always
May God's love be with you
Always"
Peter Gabriel

Woke up with this song in my head. It must have been playing in my dreams last night. Matchbox Twenty put me to sleep. Do you have any idea what that means? Probably not.

So yesterday was not my night. I guess after a great trip you have to face the downs when you come home. Believe me, there were more than one. The superficial one was yesterday when after Dusty's awesome game (he had an RBI and scored a run :) I peeled off the tip part of my finger with a potato peeler and I bled like crazy. It took me two hours to stop the blood gushing, and I probably should have gone to the hospital, but my mom made a big deal out of insurance, and I didn't want to pay 120 bucks for three little stitches. So now I'm scarred. I took off work because any false move and this puppy will pop open. Gross I know.

Yeah, I definitely cried.