Insult to injury. That’s what it is. I was talking to someone else when Stephen came into God and Suffering class yesterday morning and sat on the other side of me. When I finally paid attention to him, he was busily drawing a chart on a piece of notebook paper. “This,” he said, looking up,…
I had pizza last night. People who know me are usually aware of my eating habits. I became a “healthfreak” about three and a half years ago and stopped eating processed foods.That has sort of disintegrated into just abstaining from foods that comefrom McDonalds. I usually don’t eat pizza or icecream unless I make itmyself,…
Well, Steph hit the phone in her room on accident, and it looked a lot like a phone call, so I hung up. Then the phone didn’t ring. Steph had asked me earlier if I were online, and I’d said yes. So I yelled at her to see if she wanted to make a call….
(started) Tuesday, September 10, 1996 I’m sitting here in front an open word processing document at Natasha. I almost always open American Online if I want to write something, but there’s not much point to that this time. You’ll read this in another media, just as I’m composing it in something different than normal. I…