There hasn't been that much going on lately. Life is going along at the usual pace a summer's life can go. The weather is hot and intolerable, but sadly unchanging. My cohorts and I are attempting to form a musical band, which involves a vocalist, a guitarist, and two bassists; and no drummer. (sans percussion). If we ever record anything I'll post it here.~

Writing has become like therapy to me. The notepad that stares blankly, asking "how do you feel today?" keeps me sane when I need it to, and I always walk away feeling accomplished, even if I just mash keys and type dirty words for twenty or so minutes. Perhaps, if there is demand; I'll post the logs sometime so anyone who checks my little corner in the sea of fodder that is the world wide web can read it.

Love is still in the air for me. And the scent is growing larger by the day. She continues to amaze me, by doing nothing more than caring about me. Miracles may not occur around the world every day, prayers are not always answered. But every time I hear the words, every time I get my daily three-syllables;

I feel like God is in the room.