Today's Close

... I'm not there yet. Work wise.. Mentally wise, very much so. Physically, pretty much. I'm exhausted. I don't want to do more work but I've gotta read four chapters of Ojo de Agua before I can let myself crash. Worst part is I can't really focus anymore, so my willpower's drained. It's just about eleven'o'clock.. damn.

Exhausted is a word with a great meaning, but is used so frequently that its severity and power has been greatly depleted. It basically means completely run into the ground, no energy left, for when you're completely exerted. There's probably a better word I'll find soon that I'll fall in love with and use in its stead. Unfortunately, as I discovered late last night, "gassed" doesn't work as well. Josh Simon figured it meant my day had caused me to fart, and that I just barely scraped by. That's not a misconception I'd willingly instigate again. Could have negative consequences.

Today, I volunteered myself up for some cruel and unusual punishment. The ideas I've given Jimmy Donaruma for my involvement in his next Lake Champion video are without a doubt inhumane. They all lead to things that have historically been used for torture: force-feeding, forcibly induced vomiting, getting shot, and forced overexercise. These kinds of things can all be harnessed for entertainment, however. And being the servant that I am, I'm willing to join the legion of those who have taken upon similar endeavors for the enjoyment of the team. Call me a masochist if you've got to, but I think of it more as a performance as well as rites to a grand story for the memoirs someday. Imagine what I'll be able to tell you about it. That'll be funny.

So... I also concluded that debate with the guy from Philosophy class. That might be what exhausted. Being as it is now 11:26 and I'm only half way done with my Spanish homework (my computer randomly shut off, running security check now... and we're all clear) I think I should go to bed. After I put up the final edition of the conversation however. That was the most challenging and definite trial of the metacognition of my faith. Intensely tolling mentally and spiritually, but we pulled it off. And gained a friend along the way. My only hope is that he eventually realizes the truth. I don't wish hell upon anyone considering what God sacrificed for their rescue.

Stay tuned.