I find it kind of funny that when you take on a massive cleaning project, you usually end up with a bigger mess than you began with. Mon plancher pauvre!

I think a prayer and struggle I've had for a long time is finally being answered and helped. I've really come to possess a much higher level of self-control. I find it much easier to resist temptation. Not just the temptation to sin - though that's a large part of it - but also such temptations as eating poorly and being lazy. This is most welcome, God, thank You.



I have a very weird mind. I'd say I'm half poet, half intellectual, and those two halves don't get along very well. Some days the world is a metaphor and the sky is beautiful and I'm interospective and pensive, and then the next day I'm a cynic trying to understand the complexities of life and being oh so logical and analytical. And I argue with myself and contradict myself and I've still yet to decide which half of me will win.

La vie est belle?

La vie est tragique?

Ou tous les deux?





I think after using all this French I may have to actually learn the language. That or Italian. I'll keep you posted.

Christina