On a lighter note...
...Mass today was pretty good. 12.30pm at Holy Trinity, together with the kids who were due to receive their first Holy Communion today. Father Johnson gave the homily, wearing this super cool stole that had some kind of batik/African print all over it. He gave the homily using a wireless mic, walking among the congregation, particularly where the kids were seated. He talked about the specialness of the Eucharist and why Jesus used bread and wine above everything else. It was like Cathechism class but as a homily, it was good to hear that simple message again. Though we are many, we are united as one. Reminded me of Keenan's speech two nights ago, at the Commissioning Mass - though we are apart from one another, we are close together in love. Just like we are with Him. Only a prayer away. What a wonderful thought.
Wayne came by to study with me tonight and brought Emi Fujita's Camomile Blend all wrapped in lovely paper with a bookmark on it, just to cheer me up and help me get through the days. Bliss. :)
I must be incredibly tense though. This morning, I woke up with a lump on the back of my neck, towards the left. My whole head aches all around and I can literally feel the knotted muscles everywhere. I probably have to cut down on coffee and relax a little bit more. The coffee bit's manageable but the second part's going to be a long shot. I'm tensing up just thinking about trying to relax, what with all the work that's coming. This is never going to work.
Yesterday, after the irritating (because it's on a bloody Saturday morning) but useful writing seminar, I had lunch with Stella, one of my honours mates. She has the most wonderful cackly laughter I've ever heard. The kind where you throw your head back and laugh it all out. Heh. I like people who laugh a good, hard laugh. Turns out a B+/B is an unprecedented, all-time low for her. And mere mortals like me are struggling just to get maintain B+/B average. Sheesh. But she's nice, so it can be overlooked. I guess everyone's different and then there are degrees of differences. I must learn to take it all in stride and, as Wayne says, don't compare.
Wayne came by to study with me tonight and brought Emi Fujita's Camomile Blend all wrapped in lovely paper with a bookmark on it, just to cheer me up and help me get through the days. Bliss. :)
I must be incredibly tense though. This morning, I woke up with a lump on the back of my neck, towards the left. My whole head aches all around and I can literally feel the knotted muscles everywhere. I probably have to cut down on coffee and relax a little bit more. The coffee bit's manageable but the second part's going to be a long shot. I'm tensing up just thinking about trying to relax, what with all the work that's coming. This is never going to work.
Yesterday, after the irritating (because it's on a bloody Saturday morning) but useful writing seminar, I had lunch with Stella, one of my honours mates. She has the most wonderful cackly laughter I've ever heard. The kind where you throw your head back and laugh it all out. Heh. I like people who laugh a good, hard laugh. Turns out a B+/B is an unprecedented, all-time low for her. And mere mortals like me are struggling just to get maintain B+/B average. Sheesh. But she's nice, so it can be overlooked. I guess everyone's different and then there are degrees of differences. I must learn to take it all in stride and, as Wayne says, don't compare.
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