for some odd reason, I had the desire to go strolling through the Marshall Cemetery. I hope Zachariah didn't think im too morbid or weird. I feel very at peace in a cemetery.
Sometimes the reminder that I am just a breath, that I'm no more than a blink of an eye in eternity is a great reminder. It tends to put things into perspective.
well. now here we go. the last mad one-week dash of the semester. after that is exam week. oh joy :)