I had the best of intentions of waking up at 6 a.m. this morning, I really did. But I seem to keep getting sick. Last night I couldn't even stay downstairs to watch a movie w/ everyone . . . doubled up on my armchair upstairs trying to muster up the energy to change into pjs. Waking up at 6 didn't happen. Or, rather, it did. But I let go of the well-intentioned bit and went back to sleep.

In the interval between sleeping and snoozing I prayed a plaintive prayer, a complaint in a whiny little teeny voice. You see, the subject for my persuasive speech hadn't come to me yet. So I whined shamelessly and like a cartoon bubble there appeared in my head a thought! A suggestion. I committed it to memory and went back to sleep. Now all I have to do is find enough stuff on the net to agree with me. Doesn't have to be totally true: )

God has given me so much all in one short space of time that I have wanted--not needed, understand, but *wanted*--I feel so humbled. I hate feeling humbled! I like better to feel humble. I have friends, I have good grades, I have a beautiful home, I have the best family anybody could ask for, I have the opportunity to do anything I want to do . . . but I don't know what to do with it all.

I'm going to finish my persuasive speech tonight and give it to the class, and then that will be the last assignment for that class before all I must do is to warm the seat of a swivel chair. Well, and that silly paper. But that doesn't count, I can write that in two tuh-whoos.

But I really don't like reading about other people's school assignments, so why am I making you read mine? I just have to think . . . it helps to write and to think, but it definitely isn't a show of how witty a writer I can be (lol).

Tomorrow I am renting two small children and taking them out to lunch over my lunch hour (before and after I will be spinning wheels about my Shakespeare final exam). They should definitely refresh my idea of youth and grins and why I am not married with kids in the back hills of West Virginia.

heehee. I have this great thing to write about but it isn't coming off of my fingers; MAN! I was just telling ifotyermomwon how good an entry it would make but now I can't write about it! Maybe after break (1230-1300 @C if anybody feels like hot choc I will buy! pls post below w/ your favorite color) I'll be able to write.

Now, to write an Outline . . . yes, I'm a J, I know . . .

*brandishes highlighters and pens at her fresh new pad of paper*