can we please have dinner?

So, I'm sitting here in my parents' kitchen, trying to decide where this night is heading. Yes, I am officially home in Indiana for a few weeks before my LA expedition, and it's been 48 hours...and already I understand why I don't think I could really deal with moving back home, ever. Don't get me wrong, there is something about home that you can't find anywhere else, but I guess it's that way for a reason, and if you had it all the time...well then you'd never appreciate it...because I tell ya, I'm going nutzo.

Mom and Dad are empty nesters, so they officially don't really cook often anymore. It's 6pm and lil' ol' me is a starving marvin. I could make my own dinner, I guess, but instead, I am begging Dad to take his eyes off the Cowboys/Patriots game long enough to put some salmon on the grill.

It is perfectly fall here, and that is great, but fall is nostalgic for me, and I'm not sure why. Back to trying to figure out what to do tonight, it's the evenings that give me trouble. I have a hard time sitting around with the family watching a movie or a game, and I have a hard time sitting on the computer, aimlessly surfing the internet. I suppose I might have to cross over to the rock-star sleeping schedule and use the late hours for creative endeavors.

This week I've got to complete two new songs I'm working on, and arrange another two. By the end of it all, I should have around 12 finished songs to choose from for my EP, and I think that is great.

Went to my final BC show of her tour last night in adorable Broadripple. Jess was kind enough to join me, and I think I converted her. at least she said she completely understood my girl crush. Anyway, I tried to hard to leave feeling excited and inspired, rather than frustrated and depressed. It worked.

And there's that update.

hot chocolate and pumpkins,

Lauren