Yesterday evening, Will and I laughed a lot about our one night stand.

Yeah, it was a gift from our registry, and we never bothered to buy the matching one.

So the rapture didn't happen yet. I can't figure out if I'm disappointed or not, but a couple of restless nights, lying awake and dwelling on eternity does your soul good.

And it makes you think: even if your school is trying to cheat you out of $1260, it doesn't matter so much in the light of eternity. But in a flash, I'm ready to swear, all earthly and fleshly and annoyed again.

Despite certain feelings for school, I am almost sure that I will double major (so prolonging my university career but for good returns, I hope). Currently I'm English/linguistics, and I'm probably going to add German. Wie toll!

Ayo wrote about missing Dohnavur, and it made me laugh and ache at the same time.

I miss all the talk and the tea and the strange events we planned in hopes of building community: the princess party, the Mormon missionary dinner (during which someone offered them tiramisu), the poetry reading that was supposed to take place in the Queen Potato Bug's lair, and of course the early-morning Ramadan gatherings.

Maybe we should plan a reunion. My wedding didn't count, because I was crazy that week.

 I just about had a heart attack--and have certainly learned my lesson: Never never try to multi-task shredding old documents with mailing out new ones. For five minutes I thought I'd destroyed a client's life deed, until I found it in the copier where I'd forgotten it.

I finally stopped shaking after fifteen minutes, and I just thought I'd share my trauma with you all.

School is nice. I have noticed that I feel self-conscious at school more than anywhere else. My junior high instincts of hoping that I look alright and sound intelligent enough in discussion (well, that's not from junior high) just came back to me. Why is it that a jury of your peers is the scariest thing?

I have to admit that living overseas is a back-of-my-brain thought these days. Trying to keep up with everything that has to be done today is enough for me, but I wish that I had a little more vision. I don't dream of it and long for it as I used to. But every so often, I'm reminded of that far-away future plan. For instance, just a couple of evenings ago Will cut my hair. Yes, he cut my hair. We have enough money to go to Great Clips or something like that, but if we could get up the skill to cut each other's hair, we're that much better off for a future existence...anywhere. Little incidents like that are what I hold onto.