tell me about it

Formal observation today.
Kinda nervous.
Pray for me?
:)

Weirdest colored art film evar. Three ways to murder a chocolate bunny without eating it.

As I walk down the corridor, my nose wrinkles faintly. The smell is antiseptic, violently clean, with an undercurrent of old age. It’s the scent of grandparents lying in beds, waiting for their turn to die. Eau de hospice. Eau de old. The smell of impending death.
Just the day before, [...]

This version is so much lovelier than Rod Stewart’s version. But the best version is when Puppy sings it while playing the guitar :)
I can tell by your eyes that you’ve probably been cryin’ forever,
and the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror
I don’t wanna talk about it, how [...]

I’ve been a bit of a stroppy cow lately, I know. I’m just so bone-deep tired everyday and wondering where all the time is going. I can’t spend a few minutes doing something for myself without my mind wandering back to work and to that class that’s giving me such a headache. [...]

Before!

After!
Don’t do drugs, kids!

Lord, grant me wisdom, and courage, and strength, and the energy to get through each day.
Let me be a blessing.

It’s an almost mindless exhaustion that grips me by the end of the school day. The pressure points in my temples are throbbing. The small of my back is a deep ache that spreads its fingers out along my backbone. By this time, my feet are crying for mercy, no matter how [...]

“You’ve got magic inside your fingertips
It’s leaking out all over my skin”

Movida at St. James Powerhouse
I must say, for a free event, Class95 was smart enough to keep the invited list small so that the queue was manageable and Movida wasn’t unduly crowded. The wait wasn’t too interminable either; we got there at 7.15, [...]

My entire week is spent rushing towards the weekends, and my entire weekend is spent wishing that Monday wouldn’t roll around quite so soon. That being said I’m deeply grateful to whoever created the Roman calendar, because I’m glad they didn’t decide on ten-day weeks and six-week months.
Fifteen-month years.
But now and then I stop myself [...]