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...a night in the lonesome October, of my most immemorial year.
farewell.
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| cuppa joe
bit of a something new
i'll see me at the place tomorrow
(yeah, don't worry about it. you'll see)
When you become senile, you won't know it
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My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteous;
No merit of my own I claim
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand
Remember that one time when I was almost a quarter of a century old?
Yeah, those were rough times. Sometimes I think this is the prime time
of my life...health, vigor, opportunity, a youthful sense of
optimism...and what am I doing? I try not to think about that too much.
There's always tomorrow.
I think I have nothing more to say. I sometimes go back and look at my
old blogs, and I had so much to say. Don't know what happened. But
tonight I'm having myself a little R&R and retiring early. I want
to watch the Newsies, but I don't have it. I can't believe it's almost
November! Today felt like winter. It wasn't that cold,
it just had that feeling in the air, and the sky was a winter sky. And
today I heard a song on the radio that reminded me of Christmas in
Texas '04. That was two years ago. Copenhagen was two and a half, from
the end. A year ago I came here. Thanksgiving is coming soon and I'll
be in the Caribbean, but I'm more anticipating Christmas in the Black
Hills. I wish I knew what was going on with this life. I wish I knew
what to do, how to be who I want to be. I just want something more.
Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God.
- Lenny Bruce
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| This is the last night I'm staying up late.
Ever.
For the rest of my life.
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| (walking down M street)
R: What?
Me: What?
R: What what?
Me: I didn't say anything!
R: Yeah, me neither
Communication is a great thing.
So is hearing voices, apparently.
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