I had Little Ben review my present. He's always surprising me with his insight, despite his age ... (even though, for some reason he plays his music overtop of Ben's, which I thought was a violation of universal good-roommate code.)

Anyway, his review of the present was awesomely productive. He was able to cut through the flaws and find deeper meanings in the larger parts. I'm sure if he had more time to examine it he'd completely decipher my work. I know roughly how I will revise it now and I'm confident in it's presentability -- although I think I maybe should introduce it first...

Many thanks to Little Ben.

Now to work on presents for the rest of the family... But what? I don't think I can (or have time to) make things for them as good as what I made for Chowon.

Today I kinda wrecked my car... but Phillip was here to be a blessing to me, and I got my suit with his car. God, please bless Phillip for his kindness.

I also decided on a plan-of-attack for Biblical Mission: I know how I will approach the rest of the class from here out. ;)

These days sometimes I catch myself worrying about my life. Everything is fragile, and if I try to fix all the things that break I won't have time for school.

What I have to do is remember my testimony and my role. I can't fix everything and everyone. The spiritual warfare around me is proof that God exists and that the devil wants me to forget it. I'm like a person walking on a long dry road, with sandy gusts of wind getting in my eyes. My stuff doesn't last forever, and it may come and go in quick succession. I just have to blink it out focus on the road. My role is to do school. If my car breaks; if my speakers break; if my books get wet and become unreadable; those things are just sandy gusts of wind, and school is the road.

These days, when I listen to music, I am easily swayed by the mood of the music. Happy music just makes me love the whole world, and sad music makes me a little depressed. Is that a bad thing?

"See you on the other side."