It’s never really hit me that I don’t have a father… I mean I have one, obviously, or I wouldn’t have been born, but I don’t have one in the sense that a lot of people have one. When I get married (or if), I won’t have anybody to walk me down the isle.

But tonight… I had to watch fathers and daughters dance around to NSync songs, Backstreet Boys songs, the Chicken dance, Who Let The Dogs Out, and other cheesy songs. It almost made me miss not having a father for a split second.  It was cool, but eh. I’m going tomorrow to meet up with one of the girls to edit the footage, do some over dubs, and try to get it fixed. Then I have work from 3 to 10 but I might leave early b/c of the Shootout.

I’m getting nervous about next week… watching the NASCAR footage, I just can’t image myself being a part of it all. It’s a little unreal but I’m scared. I’ve got to pack Sunday b/c I’m busy most of the day Monday and then Tuesday… leaving.

God, I’m petrified.

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