Funny how God throws ya curveballs when you're expecting lob balls. So you're expecting a story but the moral comes first. God has granted me many blessing, but the best blessing (aside from the different facets of grace and salvation) are the friends He has put in my life. So, story time (note that it starts on a bitter note).

I was on my way back to the friendly confines of 104 from the library and I was in a fairly sour mood. The thoughts running through my mind were something like this: "I like friends and I need friends, but at this point in my life I don't really want friends. I look around me and see some friendships around me going to shit and some of my own friendships are just kind of drifting away. Do I really want more friendships? Seriously, most of the friends I have won't really mean much in the mere matter of two years and those two years will be piss busy. Do I really want to care anymore?" Thats not a very good attitude to have, I'll admit it myself. So then I have an encounter with a friend of mine. And without too much detail, we encouraged each other. The friend gave me a reminder of why I am one of her most favorite people ever and we cleared up some stuff between us. I went off with a hug and a smile. It was nice, it made me smile and smiling is rare for me on Mondays. Thanks. My love to all of you.