Well, this day hasn't exactly gone as planned; I guess that's the plot of progress. Church was lame. A service on fixing marriages. The only thing I got out of it was some great inspiration for Sin Is A Myth; now my only problem is finding the time to apply it. But it's good, plot-thickening stuff. ode to the short-lived life of time ticking on into never enough. When I woke up, mom informed that she thought it would be best if I did not go with the Millers to the game today. Funny, I knew she was going to tell me that (I dreampt it). Furthermore, I went on to tell her that I had dreampt that she and I were in a waiting room in prison when she stops me, wide-eyed and surprised, and breathlessly informs me that she had a dream last night that I was in jail and it scared her so much that it had woken her up. I found it incredulous that we had similar dreams--witchy. I wonder if all this means anything. I also wonder what I'll dream tonight and undergo tomorrow... I've managed to get some work done today; finished my poetry analysis essay, kind of studied math, and by adding church into that equation I have somehow managed to collide into 4 o'clock. Working now is painful. My focus is gone, my words are plentiful, and my mind is anywhere but where I need it to be. Perhaps I'll slap the shackles on and make an extra credit problem for math. This week is going to be brutal. Monday: Cotillion Tuesday: Rocket Reports due, math test that I MUST ace, Corona Invitational that night Wednesday: early morning MB practice, as usual Thurs: same old, self-induced jet lag Friday: home football game Saturday: SATs immediately followed by ASU marching festival. BUT- there is hope... for Saturday commences October break. Back to the books. Carrie