Cut me some slack here.

I know, I know. I'm a slacker.

If you would be so kind and cut me some slack, I would be obliged.

So today, today was a free, non-stressful day. I really didn't accomplish much, but it was very relaxing and was honestly pretty enjoyable.

I woke up a little after nine, and because I was sweaty and gross, decided not to hit the first Torrey session. After not hitting the first one, I was feeling lazy, so I didn't hit the second one.

A shower when one is sweaty and gross is a beautiful thing.

mmm.

Lunch was amazing today: fried chicken, grilled cheese ham and jelly, caesar salad, coke, hot chocolate, clayton chaney. Delicious.

Clay is currently sleeping on the couch in what looks to be a pretty awkward position. Hott.

I returned to the room only to find that my wii looked a little lonely, so I gave it a little bit of love.

Got some recording gear from the ER for tomorrow.

Listened to one of our songs that Sean recorded electronically. It's THICK!

Hung out.

At 6ish, Clay and I headed to Beltran's for a feast and a film.

We feasted on pizza, fruit, salad, rootbeer, string cheese, and the like.

We watched The Matrix.

Both were great. I really enjoy the Matrix, I think it is a great film.

Now, I have returned to my room and finished watching Jackie Brown, a Tarantino film. It was really good, I really like the ending.

And now I am blogging.

Clay's in bed now.

I would like to share with you a poem that I wrote that was inspired during Torrey. It's a little rough, but here goes:

My sin, like clouds, blots out the light
The howls of wolves exploit my fright
My fear and its stench is at its height
Its only help-it hastes my flight

The darkness surrounds me on every side
Futile is my flee, indeed I've tried
Its strength does wrestle me to the ground
Only with Your light can I be found

My God, only Your light can purify
If your will, pierce the darkness now
But if the test will sanctify
By Your yoke I can pull the plow

My heart black as the night
Doesn't deserve the morning's light
But even in my sin
The sun shall rise again

That is all. I actually kind of like it. Usually when I write stuff I think it's really bad, but I actually like this poem. I hope you liked it too.

That's all that I have for you this evening/morning, but as you lay or raise your head, consider this verse:

Colossians 1:15-23

He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. 16 For by [6] him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through him and for him. 17 And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. 18 And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. 19 For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, 20 and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.

21 And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, 22 he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, 23 if indeed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed in all creation [7] under heaven, and of which I, Paul, became a minister.

He's got the whole world in His hands.

Lee