Undone

Make a Wish, It’s eleven Eleven.

Funny eh? I love it when it’s that time. It’s really… interesting. it’s the only time of day when all four numbers are the same. only time. I think that’s…. quirky.

Anyway, I know things can’t get anymore awkward at work. I’m sure they will, but if it did get any more awkward, i’d have to be … well doing things that I’ll only do after marriage. 😀

Onward.

I have to decide what movie to watch tonight, it’s a hard choice, maybe I’ll watch Wallace and Gromit, cause I rented it, and it’s due back tomorrow, and I really need to watch it so I don’t feel stupid for actually getting it, and not watching it.

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, When one door closes I hope another opens

Today is full of sleeping. I slept when I came home from church.

Speaking of church, as i was speaking of it, it’s a funny thing. I feel at peace, and I feel hope for the life ahead that seems almost always too hopeless…..

But It seems unnatural to me. It seems like I was destined to always feel sad, and feel like there was no other purpose to my life than to bring others down to the depths where I live.

and yet. At church I feel — illuminated, and I can’t lie to you and say it’s the people. If I did, I’d lose the feeling I get there. I feel that way there because of the hope, and because of the light and the love. It seems weird that I can feel love from a place, and not from a person, but I associate some one with it. I associate my God with it.

So even if it is the one person I feel truly loves me despite all my little stupid down falls.

I realized how much like a seminary video script this sounds and such…. So I’ll stop, so I don’t smother you with my religious thoughts.

And Because Sunday is good for two things:

1)Church, and Church Food

2)Murder, it’s the only appropriate day.

Derringer Meryl [Pancakes and Gardinias Taste good Together] Out