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life perfect ain't perfect
if you don't know what the struggle's for
falling down ain't falling down
if you don't cry when you hit the floor
it's called the past 'cause i'm getting past
and i ain't nothing like i was before
you oughta see me now...
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cherry blossoms in washington, dc
  magnolias in philadelphia, pa
and everything
that’s new has bravely surfaced
teaching us to breathe
what was frozen through is newly purposed
turning all things green
so it is with You
and how You make me new
with every season’s change
and so it will be
as You are re-creating me
summer, autumn, winter, spring...
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 well open up your mind
and see like me
open up your plans
and, damn, you're free
look into your heart
and you'll find the sky is yours
listen to the music of the moment
come and dance with me
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Above, a picture of me and my ex-suitie for your reference
Tonight, I was worried sick because Christine (who was supposed to show
up at 10pm) was two and a half hours late and was not returning my
phone calls. I called Steve and Liz. I kept calling her phone. When no
one had heard from her and I did not know where she was, it was
seriously frightening. I had permutations of every horrid scenario that
could happen to her in Manhattan running through my head. Half an hour later, Christine called me (her ringer was off), and order in my head was restored.
However, I wonder if I exhibited too much paranoia --
This is a possible sign that I've watched way too many episodes of Law & Order.
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i wish i were back here. the end.
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