I got a call. A telephone call today. Went something like:

- Hello.
- Hey.
- What's up?
- Any new loans?
- (me thinking WTF?) Nah, I just woke up.
- Oh, I see. I just wanted to call and see what's up.
- Who is this?
- Alright, talk to you later.

I *69'ed him, and the number was 661-7070. I dunno if I should call it. Crazy people always call the Madrona hot line.

Walls are coming down, and yet I stand in place.

It took a long time to grow, and now it's coming out all at once. A year is a year, and yet it seems like I've gone back in time. I never would have imagined things being like this. It's a long cloudy sunset. How ironic it is. For now though, the sun still rises. Let your light shine. I'll open my eyes.

Oh, that October sky. I haven't seen such nice skies since who knows when. Tuesday was so crazy I'm still recovering from it. From working on the stations photo project for hours, to the LOG meeting and trying to sing an octave lower for every song, to the backout that scared us out of Interfaith, to good conversation at Del Taco, the racist guy in the parking lot, and Crescent Bay until 3:30am. No wonder I woke up around noon today. There was definitely a good vibe going that day, besides that racist guy. It makes me think about certain scenarios, like what would happen if he got violent, and how I would handle a situation like that. If I was by myself, I just would have walked, but if he were to throw it down with my friends, I'd like to think I would hold my own. He wasn't by himself though. And he must have been about 260, 270 pounds. After we drove off, they were in back of Albertson's, looking inside a parked security car. Pretty shady.

Sometimes all you can do is pray.

I finally got my tires replaced, after a little adventure. Keerz went to try to get her tire repaired, but it was too worn out. Then her dad didn't want her to get a set of 4 new ones yet, so we checked out Blends while we waiting. Walking out, some girl and a guy approached her, wanting her to be in some hair show. They invited me too, but it's too soon. Too soon. The comments about Keerz's attire though... "Well... actually... um... ah... IT'S PERFECT. It's HIP and TRENDY." Plus, the guy kept shifting his posture and adjusting the strap of his man bag. Oh man. That was hilarious.

I need some rest.

I need more energy.

Roll on.

In my best losing-my-voice voice. It's so easy to get tired of work. I couldn't keep myself occupied at Scott's house for 6 hours with him on the computer. Then I almost had to take a nap before tutoring, but somehow I made it though without short circuiting. I've got enough challenges outside of work though. This current assignment has got me stuck, and it didn't help that I got called into work early. It's time to get cracking. Time to shine. Interesting how that works... it's all about the light anyway.

Shine your light on the world.

My voice is hoarse and my eyes refuse to stay open, but I've been in good spirits all day. That's one thing about being sick, is that if you stop fighting it and start accepting it, then once you begin to get better things seem better than normal. The raain was a welcome cool down after so many days of heat, but I wish I had the chance to take some pictures. I haven't taken any pictures in a while. I haven't done a lot of things in a while though. I think it's time to make a to-do list, so I can start feeling like I'm moving forward.

You've got 60 minutes Jack. Or in this case, 45.

It's really hot. Really. Hot. I hate being sick.