Got my webcam running again. I think tomorrow I'll go get a headset. I think it's time to take that step.

Friday night. Winnipeg is crazy on Friday night. People drive like stark raving lunatics, run around like madmen. Today the wind is howling like a crazed hyena and the sound of sirens screaming all around our house has been almost constant. I try not to go out on Friday night. I'm afraid that the insanity might penetrate me. Friday seems like the single most dangerous night of the week.

I half expect zombies to pop out of the ground.

I just turned around and caught Indy staring at me. What's going through her head? God only knows.

Prime Time Glick is actually kinda funny. Interesting.

".... because my heart is just a muscle, oooooooh yes, and simply put... it's sore." Ani Difranco, Rain Check.

For the first time in a long time I actually bought a cd.... in a store. Yes, I'm an evil pirate. Give me a break, I'm po'

Anyways, an Ani cd is always worth ten times what you paid for it. Go buy one. I highly recommend the "So Much Shouting, So Much Laughing" two disc set. It's super. But then, I'd recommend all of them. I've never before been so entranced by a single person's artistic regurgitations.

I ought to be in bed right now. Tomorrow's friday so I don't really care that much. Hopefully my stepmom doesn't wreck my weekend again.

wink wink.

I was at least partially kidding. Why am I procrastinating bedtime? Maybe it's because I've been working all day, and all night, and if I go to sleep now, it means that I have no time to be both awake AND not working for another 17 hours. Not that I mind the extra hours. Indeed, the week totally just flew by and though I'm tired, it's mostly good tired, full of accomplishment and promised payoff.

Mostly I'm just too lazy to get up. Maybe I'll just sleep here, sitting in front of the computer. Stare at the screen until my eyes finally commit suicide.

Ack. Go to bed!! Fine, I'm going.

I haven't been in contact with my family, so I'm doing better.

Indy is so pregnant. I wonder how many are in there? I wonder what they look like. I wonder how many will survive? I wonder if I'll keep one? I hope so. I love puppies. I love dogs.

There's not much to say. I'm tired. I've been talking with Chimwemwe online alot lately. That's nice.... fun.... good.... happy.... delightful.... amusing....

I really miss her.

Seriously, not much to say. I have lots to do all of a sudden.... I've been putting it off for a while. Writing support letters, for example, regarding my Liberia trip. I've spent the evening compiling all the information I have available to me. This weekend I have to write the actual letter. I hate writing these letters. But it must be done. It's almost enough to turn me off of mission work altogether.

And then I remember their little black faces......

So tired. Have to sleep. Nighty night. Sleep tight.
Don't let the bed bugs bite.

"Unless the pilgrim carry with him the thing he seeks, he will not find it when he arrives." Byzantium, Stephen R. Lawhead

I feel lately the way the Dooders looks when her ears are back. An old, familiar, tense sort of irritability.

The events of the last couple days have left me introspective and annoyed.

I should be asleep but instead I'm cooking rice. My tummy hurts.

I'm nervous. For the first time in a long time I'm nervous.... the future seems foreboding. I don't want much but I fear that the little I desire will be denied. I'm nervous about my family. I just want them to be okay.

I hope I sleep tonight.

Happy 18th, Chifunda