Honestly, right now I feel like I'm being dragged in twelve different directions at once. I'm out until 2, 3 in the morning; then I get back to my room and I spend a couple hours online talking with people there, then I go to sleep and avoid all my classes (which has become a non-issue as I'm done with classes for the semester anyway). I have major studying to do for ESE 271 as I *really* want to bring my grade up in that class. Yet somehow I feel like the next week will be my least busy week of the semester ... mostly because there's no ministry meeting Monday, no Life Talks Tuesday ... yet I *know* that somehow there will be a conspiracy to get me working on those days too.
I feel like I have no time to breathe, let alone sleep. And my body is shutting down on me, too; I got something like nine hours of sleep last night because my body refused to listen to the alarm clock going off at 9am and so instead woke me up at quarter to 1. I didn't even hear the phone ring, twice, and usually that's a surefire way to wake me up. My body is mutinying and I don't like it. It can mutiny when I'm at home; at least then I won't be running around all day and night.
Watch me get sick when I get home.
Now I feel like I'm complaining, which I really shouldn't be. And I suppose I'm not; I asked for this, after all, and I love the work I do and the hours I keep. It's just ... well, I guess I feel like butter scraped over too much bread. And I suppose this is me being taught to rely not on my own strength but on God's.
Go me. And go God, because I really can't manage this on my own.
In other news: have not yet spoken to subject of last post as haven't been able to talk to her in ... roughly a week or so. Maybe more. Am getting a little bit worried.
-David
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