It is extremely cold right now. Like cold enough that i don't want to be sitting here, I want to go to bed. Unfortunately, I cannot go to bed until at least 10 tonight.
My brain is not cut out for this theology class. So far, all I can say is that I picked up the fact that Abraham was even more stubborn than I am with prayer, so I probably can feel better about being blunt with God.
I need to write about September 11 soon, because I've got a lot of thoughts running around in my head. It won't be as eloquent as many of the posts that will be written, because I'm just not feeling eloquent lately, but I will have something to say. For now, I'll just say that I can't think of September 11 without thinking of my grandparents, none of whom died that day or were even in the areas that were attacked. But my grandpa died about a month before that day, and I've just now put together that that means he's been gone for five years now.
I need to go do some work, then persuade myself to go to the caf, even though there isn't anything I want to eat there.