What is it that possesses me to stay awake until all hours speaking to girls in my dorm about whatever? I mean, really. I already have what is turning into a rather nasty cold and what do I go and do? Stay up until 1:30 a.m. talking about this that and everything else with someone who dropped in to say 'hi'.
My Love has been chiding me all morning about learning to say "No, excuse me, but sleep is important to being able to function so if you would, please, . . . .". He thinks I should use the volleyball game time this afternoon to take a nap. He's probably right. What with my sinuses feeling the way they do I think it would probably not be good to take another volleyball to the face (which I did again last week, btw. But this time, a team-mate was able to hit it back over the net after it bounced off my face - and the other team was too shocked to return it after that so we ended up getting the point. It was rather ironic - everyone laughing and cheering me as I somewhat peevishly held my nose, the second week in a row. I do hope it doesn't happen again - somehow I just don't relish the thought of an entire season with my head so very much in the game.)
Well, anyway, we have a lecture here tonight. Boy o boy. The topic sounds, uuh, illusive.
Robert Barry, Providence College:
"Judge Between Me and My Vineyard: God and the Punishment of Original Sin"
Mmmmm. I think I'm bringing my knitting. You never can tell with this lecture series thing. Might be enthralling, might be so boring I nearly fall out of my chair as I doze. You never know. Knitting at the very least prevents the latter occurrence for the most part.
Much love to everyone!
In Christ,
ME
"There is but an inch of difference between the cushioned chamber and the padded cell."
-G.K. Chesterton
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