I'M STILL ALIVE, I SWEAR.

... Barely though. Oh my lanta. This cold is back for round two with a vengeance. It's not cool. And just in time for a super weekend. Excellent.

'The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.' (Psalm 51:17) It's nice to be reminded sometimes that God loves when I come to Him ripped and worn and broken.

I am liberated. It took me seven weeks to realize it, but that's what I am. I'm not destroyed, I'm not lost, I'm not dying. I am liberated. And that's a really nice realization.

Today will be a good day. If I was wearing socks, they'd be mismatching. But instead, I'm on a flats kick and I'm wearing pantyhose. I HATE pantyhose. *mumbles darkly* But I prefer pantyhose over blisters and whatnot. Sooo. Thurrr we go.

I'm kinda pumped for the weekend. New friends, new church, new jeans. I'm being taken out of my comfort zone and I like it, very much. Although I'd prefer if I didn't have a red, irritated, congested, runny nose to go with it >.< Also, I wouldn't mind having a voice today. But that's alright. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow? Hope so, cause I've gotta work. In actuality, tomorrow will likely end up being quite a long day. Work, driving, church, driving, Melissa time (which YOU KNOW means we're staying up late) and then waking up at a moderately early time of day on Sunday. Blahg. I can has caffeine? :D

I'm out guys, Cori sounds like she might be resembling something close to ready to go shopping. I'm pumped for the new straight legs we got in at work, I'm gonna go buy some. And maybe another pair of skinnies. But when am I not buying more skinnies. I need some Bunker-worthy skinnies ... mine aren't tight enough.

xme