"You can call it that. It’s a duty the way it’s the duty of a scuba diver to put on his air tank before he goes underwater. It’s a duty the way pilots listen to air traffic controllers. It’s a duty the way soldiers in combat clean their rifles and load their guns. It’s a duty the way hungry people eat food. It’s a duty the way thirsty people drink water. It’s a duty the way a deaf man puts in his hearing aid. It’s a duty the way a diabetic takes his insulin. It’s a duty the way Pooh Bear looks for honey. It’s a duty the way pirates look for gold." ~Pastor John
I've been thinking about... lots of things lately. Too many things. I don't think they're coming out right now. I feel stifled by myself and my heritage right now, like I grew up in a strait-jacket. I have to go to work. I have friends that I want to help. I'm avoiding things that I should do - namely graduation plans (blech) and college work. I'm tired, too. I stayed up last night watching Anne of Green Gables, The Continuing Story (you know the one, the fake one, all made-up) with Gilbert and Anne going off to war, Green Gables being ruined and restored, burned and then restored again, the expected jealousy triangle between fiancees and Random Other Person, with our happy couple gaining a son at the end. Despite being such a hardened movie critic, I actually really liked it. I'm still surpised at myself. I think Gilbert grew on me and Anne is a really good actress. I just liked it.
Well. I have to go put on my preppy clothes and stress about work some more. What shall I bring for lunch...?
As Bialystoker would say, don't die and don't get kidnapped, if at all possibly.