life is a strange reality. i'm not sure what to add to that. the more of life i experience the more i realize i couldn't possibly figure it out on my own. i'm glad i have the almighty for a guide.
8 days until i come home!!
the 2 wks is gonna fly by so fast but i'm gonna try not to think about that. i'll worry about it when i get back. fortunately i only have 2 or 3 months to go when i get back. should go by pretty fast.
sometimes i feel like i'm the only one who has any perspective or direction in life and sometimes i feel like everyone but me has perspective and direction in life. unfortunately it's mostly the latter. ever felt like that? i think it tends to change w/ the mood i'm in which prevents me from getting a clear picture of where i'm actually headed. this is a bit much for a friday night. sleep always helps.
keep my granddad in your prayers. he's probably going to have to have a radical surgery in which they actually remove the lung to get the cancer out. doesn't sound like fun. pray for him if you could.

i've written the next paragraph like 5 times and deleted it over and over. i'm not sure what i'm trying to say. forget it. maybe i'll get it out later.

we have these little bag heaters we heat our food in when out on a job. the chemicals reacting w/ the water sounds like the patter of rain on a tin roof. i hope it rains when i'm home. i used to hate rain with a passion, especially when i was working at the depot. we haven't had even a sprinkle since mid-january. i'd love to see some rain right now.

listening to Coldplay: A Rush of Blood to the Head