The days I think about blogging are the days I feel melancholy. I secretly hope that some beautiful man will stumble upon my blog and decide that I am the best thing since sliced bread and we will live happily ever after. Sounds dumb to type it out but it is never the less true.

I am sitting in the dining room of our new house. My two roommates and I are renting and I am loving it. The windows of the kitchen dining area are completely fogged up because the washer and dryer have been running for the afternoon. Yes, our laundry room is attached to the kitchen dining area. Very convenient and right now everything is very moist. I feel like I am in an industrial rainforest. What does that even mean? It sounds like I am full of crap. excellent. That is probably the truth. I like sounding profound because I am...not.

We are headed to bible study tonight and the goal is going to be to pray. I am nervous. You are nervous about praying, you ask. Yes tonight I am. I haven't been talking to Jesus much lately and that means I have no idea what could happen. I have some things I need to be transparent about and there is always the chance everyone will be shocked by my sin and decide that I am a hopeless Christian. Will they be shocked that I have pulled the wool over their eyes and I am a disgusting wolf in sheep's clothing. I have enough guilt about my sin that if they confirm my thoughts I might run away. Seriously. Haven't really thought about how but that sounds like a great option. Ok...deep breath....you are starting to freak out.

I have been at work a lot lately. Not overtime just the days I work are really close together. It is a hard thing. That means the only people I really see are my co-workers and patients. I love my co-workers but I have different morals than most of them so there is a disabled way of my coping. I can't share a lot of my deep feelings because we don't agree on a lot of surface issues. I start to feel alone very quickly. time to go....