Just because I can, here's a couple more of the poetry lines added onto one of the previous, formatted into a fabulous masterpiece:

squirrels love raging upon bongos together
live as a little baby mud squirrel
where is my bongo nest

I love it.

I have a couple of good habits cultivated from being at L'Abri, unfortunately, I've also aquired a taste for milk and sugar in my tea. Two sugar. *sheepish*

Oh, yes, by the way, I'm home... Still a bit messed up about the time of day, of course, but adjusting pretty well. Doling out chocolate in carefully measured rations to the family. Eying my beautiful jars of mutarde with delight. Living out of my suitcase because I haven't unpacked yet. Ah, travel.

I have a nasty little hangnail that's plaguing me.

I did a book order at about four thirty this morning:

The Book of Common Prayer
Christina Rossetti - The Complete Poems
Christina Rossetti - Sing Song
Complete Nonsense of Edward Lear
G.K. Chesterton - Orthodoxy
G.K. Chesterton - The Man Who Was Thursday
Poems and Prose of Gerard Manley Hopkins
C.S. Lewis - The Chronicles of Narnia (some lovely little paperbacks that travel beautifully)
Phillipa Pearce - Tom's Midnight Garden

I'm going to buy a laptop instead of a car. Not an Apple. Don't anyone hurt me.

I do believe I shall put in my notice at the nursing home.

More developments may or may not be disclosed in the near future.

Only a few days left at L'Abri. I'm sad in part, but glad to be going home.

There are many things I hope will be different when I get back: not entirely so, but little changes. I've learned that I can't change everything at once, and that I can change nothing of my own volition.

I haven't read anything profound here, per se. It's more like everything I knew I had to do and be was brought to light at last, and I simply decided to quit ignoring my faults and work toward something else.

In eight minutes it will be my half birthday. Nineteen and a half years old. It's almost like being halfway through a giant book like War and Peace, and realizing that the last half is going to either drag away for ages, or go by so fast that you'll hardly know what's happened.

I haven't got anything momentous to say, but it is nice to write without worrying about how it's looking. :)