"If both of these horses is to lay up and die," he thinks to himself as he stares into the sun.
His companion's been bleedin' and he's weeping to himself thinking, "Oh my sweet Sue, I won't be coming home now."
-the snake the cross the crown

I think the irritation started somewhere in English 3701 when my asshole teacher said something about myths of a world flood. Add to that a headache from a lazy contact prescription, my body trying to fall asleep in my classes, and my neck craned over Geoffrey Chaucer's General Prologue for several hours on Trax....and I'm cranky.

I've gotten to the part of life again where I can't just walk away. And I hate that.
Being tied down.

But I think God just wants me to stay here.
We had a good band practice, and ended early and just spent time praying for a while. It was refreshing, and I guess unifying.
I can live with tomorrow.