metro

finals are over.

still dark thoughts persist.

i can do 1,000 push-ups a day (10 100-push up sets)

i split my chin open tonight, and refused medical treatment...


btw, i'm in Philadelphia visiting my brother before he moves to Hawai'i ne.

send me some love? i mean, c'mon...i've split open my chin and i'm in a strange city where people turn left on red.





all this aside, i suppose i'm ok. i mean, as long as one is alive, one is ok, eh?


could really use a heart to heart though, and i don't mean conversation...i mean, a heart to heart relationship., and yes, i realise this would inevitably involve a conversation, or rather, several conversations. but there's something different...i'm much too tired now to expan my claim there...but suffice to say that i'd rather swim in the cold river on my way home than deny my fault.

i am only one man.

i can only take on the strength that God will grant me.

i may only perform those miracles which the LORD has seen fit to place into my hands.