lil flip

this semester, i have been a very bad blogger. it seems like i have left it in the corner and thrown chunks of bread at it whenever i was running past it and remembered to think about it.

today is final crit in my experimental book class. i still have to organize the pdfs for it, but it is a relief to have the work done since it has been the cute monkey on my back that handfed me bits of banana whenever it remembered. karma is a freaking bitch.

the semester is not over, but the pressure is, so i can breathe a bit and organize my life. as of last night, we can eat at the table again, but can't sleep on the bed. the table is a start, though.

the other night, i was asked about my religion. to come clean, i think i am more spiritual than religious. there are good prayers out there and then there is me. each morning when i walk up the hill or sit on a bale of hay with my chickens, i send little shoutouts to God with extreme thankfulness for how He weaves our lives and how when He shuts a door, but opens an even better window.

when i have the books on my back this morning and walk up the hill, i could bet bottles of ink that a shoutout will sound like "Dude, thank you for helping me finish these books and for the process of each of them and for this class and for my kickass instructors and for my friends who have my back." step, step, step. "oh, and Dude, You rawk!"