trocar

So an unusual week has sort of flown by. On the weekend I found a gem at the book exchange called "Empty Tombs" and it's basiclly a snack-sized rundownd on reserecution within the bible. What drew me aside from the title is that it was published in 1896, and in the inset page is a laundry-list of ways to disperse copies to everyone you could ever come into contact with. Could you imagine someone handing out death literature in this time, there would be an uproar. And people believe progress only moves forward. My brother had micro-surgury yesterday and seems t be doing alright, however no shread-sledding for three months. Also I'm spending more time focusing on reality and not letting my mind runaway like a stream, trying to "quite" the inner thoughts is very difficult in that it's so easy for it to "take-off" after a short time. Although I have noticed better moderation of my emotions and the transitions between them and significantly less worry, and I believe it was Slash that said "worry is a waste of my time." That's all I've got for now. Oh is anyone else excited that Marvel is back?



All work and no play makes me a dead boy.