Quick question:

Is it praise to the artist to appreciate the art?

Sometimes the snow can be really annoying. Like canceling worship practice. Like being all new and tempting and me having to work tomorrow.

Now I don’t know how I am going to spend my evening.

I just hope I don’t have any dreams like last night.

This is my first post of the new year. Such hope.

Life has been… well, good.

After a nice little talk with Andrew and Saunjah, I came to realize someting pretty darn exciting. Everyone one is talking about their goals and dreams for the rest of their life and this year (which I need to write down, for myself) that my dreams are almost obtainable.

Now that might seem like I need to set higher and bigger goals, but these things aren’t that small. Going to overseas. I know I can do that. I can make and save enough money to go.

It is oddly freeing to know that your goals are just beyond your finger tips.

Anyway, on to Decembeard.  I know it is January, but for reasons out of my control, I couldn’t start Decembeard until the 2nd. So now here we are the 2nd of January and it is time to show the world what I have grown since then.  But first, here is the picture from last year:

And 06:

Eh… I still can’t grow a full beard in one month.

And I don’t know what I am going to do, just let it grow or shave it.

    A raven kaws, and something thumps on my head. Oh, my head, it hurts.  The raven kaws again. will that bird shut up? Another raven kaws and then another. Who let all these birds here? Oh! My head! And what is that stench? This odor of something most foul is assaulting my sense of smell while my brain is pressing my skull to find the weak spot to escape. Something is pressing into my sternum, like I am laying on it. I am laying on something. I cough and breathing in dust. The dust tastes better than the smell in the air but reminds me of my thirst. Crap, I am thirsty. I need water. Oh, my head!
    I turn my head just a little and a moan comes out of my throat. A raven kaws again and something fall off my head. It is a head. A head! What the heck!
    I jump to my feet and my head spins. I sit back down and look at the bodiless face. It is Bobby. From Kansas.  I don’t know quite what to do, Bobby was my friend. A raven swoops down and lands on it. Him. His head. Then it eats his eyes. I stand back up a little slower, my dilemma solved.
    I look around and see nothing but carnage from the low spot I am at. I need water. Water runs down hill, so there might be some down that valley.
    The ravens kawing and squawking at me, upset that I am interrupting their feast, as I stumble down the gentle slope to find water.