I'm listening to this song tonight.

It's the last night before I go home for two weeks. I'm ready to leave, but my bags are not.

I'm having a hard time telling the difference between peace in my heart and apathy. I wish someone would punch me in the face, so that I could find out if I'm presently capable of being offended.

I think this feeling is a defense mechanism. I just got out of an argument with Chowon. I don't think there was any way for me to avoid that argument... Saying that probably won't earn me any points, but maybe I shouldn't blog right after an argument. I love Chowon, and I don't know how to help her in this situation. I offered all the tools in my kit, but they weren't enough, so I'm absorbing the heat that comes from God's torch as he makes new tools for both of us to use.

God, please enable Chowon and me to find you as a sufficient source for all of our joy. Please open a door to the right path, and give me wisdom to go through it.

I'm super tired, and it's past midnight, but my clothes are in the dryer. I am regretting washing them, but I didn't want to make my suitcase dirty. I might end up taking the plane with my steel toe boots tomorrow, which is not ideal, because planes are uncomfortable as it is. I bought a book while I was here. It's a collection of writings by Voltaire (whose name, I think, would be a cool name for a band). I'm putting it on my reading list right after Bonhoeffer.

Maybe I'll go sleep next to the dryer so that the signal will wake me up.... but I'd probably try to snooze the dryer and then end up not packing my bags.

Life is so short. I sometimes wish I were a hermit... There's a place under a bridge nearby here with a sign out front that says "peace park". It looks like it was made out of garbage by a homeless person, but wow what a place to live. He's got a little house on the property, and it's unclear if it's really his property or not, but he's just done such a great job decorating the place that I can't imagine any government entity taking it from him. I wouldn't mind living in a place like that. I wonder how he gets food... I think I saw him advertising tarot readings, which is a service I couldn't provide. I can't think of any such service, which requires little/no materials or effort and provides no benefit but still makes money, which I could provide as a Christian... I suppose I could deal blackjack, but I think I'd need a license for that kind of thing.

.... I'm not really in the mood to continue rambling right now. I'm gonna find another way to occupy my time.

"Don't come find me."