So this screen has been open for a long time. And so many thought want to be put on in, but then not of them end up there.

Edit:
Bill Johnson, from his sermon How to Release Revival, “Power is released and it brings opposition. People don’t mind you feeding the poor, they don’t mind you giving clothes to the poor, they don’t mind you sending aid to hurricane victims. Those are all things that people will applaud you for doing and we must do them and I love doing them. Nobody has a problem with any of that. But as soon as you operate in power you have drawn a line in the sand, and intentionally or unintentionally. They can not exist without a conclusion. If they admit it is God then they are obligated to surrender, if they will not admit it is God, then they are obligated to fight against you.”

It was cold this morning. Yeah, really cold. Um… I played halo 2 with Andrew, Josh, Steven, Jordan, and Cody today. Which was fun. I was cold doing that too. Now I am tired and I think I will go to bed soon.

So this is week 1:

Not much yet, but I just shaved that morning.

I was looking at cameras again, (and bought another camera mag at the walmart) and decided to switch models from the Nikon d70s to the Nikon d50. It is cheaper and still does everything I want it to do. And did I mention it is cheaper? I think I will purchase it after Christmas or the end of the year. But before Mexico.

I want to run away. I have been telling Amy that she should, but I am the one that really should. I should just pack up my camera and start driving. Yes I am in one of those weird moods. The ones where you don’t want to be alone but you don’t want anyone around. You want to be held but can’t stand to be that close to another person. The time when the fear of nothing is better and the feeling of there must be more are perfectly matched, staring at each other while sitting on a see-saw. Neither of them wanting to move an eyelash, shooting hate at each other, and knowing that a single mistimed breath could send the other into the lead. And I want nothing more to sleep so much that I die and wake in a few hundred years ago, well rested and ready to take on a new world. This is also the time when I will dream of grandeur and only die in apathetic thirst. I think I will go to bed knowing that I more than likely will be better in the morning.