WAG - Is the world blurry
or is that just the medication kicking in?
Hello friends.
First I'd like to remind the readers today I have never had a drug addiction of any sort (I may me addicted to circus peanuts, and even though I may see them as a medical necessity for good quality of life, the U.S. government has yet to classify them as such). I also never plan to pick up one even if time and money become much more boutiful than what they currently are.
Breathe easier Mom.
This week has been nutty. My computer is playing games with me. It's fun pressing save and watching Netscape go BLIP! I don't become frustrated with posting when I retype a bit, losing the feeling of spontinaity, and watching Microsoft Word go BZZ! And when Windows ME - have pity on me - itself goes nuts, well...
I would have pitched the computer out the window a long time ago if it wasn't for that pesky screen. Also the fact that when one is living on the buried side of the Cramer ground floor, a six inch fall out the window probably wouldn't be enough to exercise the demons that are currently residing in this husk of plastic and silicon.
Anyway, things remain hectic even as midnight nears.
I have a resident dancing up and down the hallway because she is both bored and filled with excess energy.
-Pause-
Sorry. I just stepped away to listen to a resident singing a Rich Mullins lullabye to two other residents.
This is a text-book example of why my floor is both unique, fun to live in, and such an interesting responsibility to handle.
Singing... dancing... There's a drummer on the floor, but his room is next to the other student staff member's room, and she's picky about getting her 8-hours of sleep, so I doubt we'll be hearing much of him. I wouldn't count out any of our guitar players though.
I've said it many times before: We are THE happening floor in Cramer.
That is our blessing, that is our curse; that is life here on the ground floor.
'And_so_it_goes'
