I felt sorry for Kelly.

… I had all the xanga sites that I used to read bookmarked, back in the day before you could organize your subscriptions by last updated. Well in my most awesome firefox you can have the option to open all the bookmarks in a folder at once into tabs. It left such a bitter taste in my mouth. I think I will leave now.

Mother of all bluegills, it has been a long day. A long day of nothing. Of killing time, working on my day off, going to walmart three times (in random order: seeing Ryan and Nina, hunting Elyse and her tall friend, kicking Lindsey [hard], riding bikes, eating tacobell, saying good bye to Steven, saying hi to Steven, buying a dvd on flycasting.), hung out with Laura for a tiny bit, saw Andrew for less, and Katie for even less than that. Came home and read.

Random weekend memory: Getting into the front of the cab and having to squeeze my legs between the dash and the seat. And my head touching the roof when the seat back was keeping my back straight and the only place I could loss height from was my neck.

Sigh. I think I will go to bed now. It is late. and my brain has stopped working.

and then there is this song angry:

But you sit there silent, folded arms
And look down as I walk by
My face has changed, you know it’s me
You know by the stillness in my eyes.
Come and whisper in my ear, “You’re very pretty, dear” and..and
“It’ll be alright.” You’re lying!
But I don’t mind tonight.

I have seen the sunrise. The orb on the horizon yesterday colored the color of red that the only the sun can get. And this morning, the sunrise’s glory wasn’t in the sun but the buildings. Glass that is so boring and inorganic taking a life of its own. The glory of man reflecting the glory of God. Worship. Like last night. Something about people playing their hearts out for God and something about having a camera in my hands. There is something about being in a worship atmosphere and doing what you love. It is worship.