And everybody's got to live their life and God knows I've got to live mine.

Last night, I wrote a letter to my dad that I'll e-mail to him.

I have yet to send it.

I'm waiting on God to tell me when that should be.

I spent a large portion of my morning with God.

Just hanging out, writing thoughts.

Spent some time with Megan, bought her lunch.

She's such a sweet girl.

From a small town, her father is a pastor, her faith is being tested out here.

I feel like I've taken her under my wing.

It's an amazing thing.

I fell asleep, hard, for an hour.

Had a dream about Daniel.

He had called me to say that they landed in Germany and was so stoked.

He said, "Christmas has come early! I'm in Germany!"

And then he couldn't really hear me, I couldn't hear him and the conversation ended.

I woke up thinking he really was in Germany and was really confused for that second.

This entire week, we've probably spoken for a grand total of 10 minutes.

Maaneli thinks we should do a secret santa kind of gift exchange.

Since money is real tight around these parts.

So I wrote out a list of some suggestions for everyone and emailed it.

My dad called me right after.

Saying, "Every time, I get an email from you, I just jump."

Why?

"Well, your wish is my command. I love them."

God is so plainly involved with everything that it's almost overwhelming.

I still don't know when I should send him the letter.

Tonight?

Tomorrow?

Next week?

I'm pretty bored tonight.

I spent a good half hour just dancing to music.

Now I'm sitting on the floor, listening to The Smiths.

I guess I could put together some kind of outline for my final on Saturday.

It's just going to be conceptual, 3 essays.

I can't really memorize anything.

And I'm just PISSED it's on a Saturday so I don't want to validate its existence. 

Let's see what happens with the rest of the night.

It's only 7:10.