Angry System

I have a need to write that insistently grinds on me tonight. Perhaps it is all the information that has been compressed with no escape. Or my cold has gotten into my head. No, its a combination: My extra busied brain was struck by how much I wanted it to think while I was running around in the cold winter air. It returned my demands by squeezing itself up against the backside of my eyeballs. "How do you like that, sucker?" I try to please it by drinking lots of chai and eating soup. And writing.

Madness, oh yes.

After a very peaceful vespers service, I find time to post while I'm waiting for my video files to squeeze their way through a slow little USB cable, at school, Saturday, at 10:13. I need to get home. I've learned that its difficult to creatively productive when you're exhausted. But I'm doing well, brimming with gratefulness, although it may not look so. God is graceful, is merciful, is faithful, is Holy, is terribly forgiving, and terribly challenging.

I have so much work this week, I wonder if it is possible. There's not much to do, other than work like a madman and see what happens.

I'll let the world of secret blog scanners know on Friday night what happened to me.