Not gonna make it, etc...

God, I feel like your David... with diarrhea of the mouth. Praising you one moment, and crushed in defeat the next. (Perhaps i'm out of iron and just needs to eat some red meat. Supposedly this can help personality problems.)

So, what do I wear when i'm perplexed? I wear red tanks with camo pants obviously and thats precisely what I have on. God's thrown a few curveballs my way and I know it's to teach me something... but going through the process of seemingly climbing an unknown number of steps in the pitch black is becoming tiring. Wondering if the last step is here...  or there... how much longer I have to go. Would you like to know why I am going stir crazy? Issue one: I am currently handicapped. Tendonitis is it's name and therefore I cannot paint, I cannot ride, I cannot do anything that involves my right hand. Issue the second: I don't know how to be more or less than myself. And I feel the need to be more polite and less blunt than I usually am. This is either a really good or really bad thing. I need God in this area... he's working on me. Issue the third: I cannot seem to go to bed on time. Personal limit: 11:30pm. Current time? 12:30!?

Well, the first issue has been found: What does a workaholic do when the shopping is done and everything at home is in place and the hand is out-of-order? Answer: RUN!! I'm a runner now, if run/walking a mile counts.

Issue the third is about to be remedied.