My eye is still twitching.
I started taking Melatonin again because I can’t sleep. And I’m seeing again the side effects that made me quit.
My mouse doesn’t work.
I turned in a take-home test late, even after the assignment was extended.
I’m pretty sure I had a near panic attack during my History and Systems of Psychology presentation.
I’m certain I did horribly on my Philosophy exam—and I still have a paper to write for that class that is due Monday.
The list goes on and on.
I avoid stress at all costs. Mainly because I don’t deal with it well. Not to mention I haven’t written a K since the 10th.
Problem identified. So I got a bowl of ice cream in my lap and a six-pack of Mike’s in the fridge.
Easter. Easter. Easter.
Usually I post something about the Love of God, usually impersonal, but what I hope is something thought-provoking or encouraging.
I have an inkling of an idea, and perhaps enough to make a short post.
So, there is disclaimer.
I haven’t been feeling very Christian lately, and even less convicted about it. I don’t even feel like I’m in any place to post anything.
But, it is also Tradition. Not tradition. Capital-T Tradition.
Easter is my holiday. My favorite holiday. I’ve been listening to a lot of songs about surrendering to Jesus. You’re supposed to surrender your problems, your worries, and all that.
You’re also supposed to surrender yourself.
The show must go on.