Good morning, everyone! Or afternoon, or whatever time you happen to be reading this blog post. I always say "good morning," even when I arrive at work at 1:30 in the afternoon. I don't know why. Mornings are happy and fresh and beautiful, and even if I'm stressed out by breakfast, I wake up calm and refreshed.
I've had family in town this week--my aunt from Chicago and my great-aunt from New York. I've been out to dinner twice. Between that and church on Wednesday and the fact that I was on my church's worship team last weekend, I'm worn out. I've also had two moments of complete dissociation this week. The first occurred on Tuesday, when I was given a 2020 calendar and realized I'll turn 20 next year. Two decades of my life gone! And probably the best two decades out of the lot...part of me wishes I'd taken a bit more time to just relax and have fun, but oh well. My second dissociation came around ten o'clock last night, when I was exhausted after doing school and going to work and being at church until 8:30 and I was trying to get some writing done. I was trying to figure out how much hair Lukas actually has. I know he's mostly bald, but does he have hair on the entire back of his head or just a little bit at the very bottom? And then I started tripping on exhaustion and brain chemicals. Lukas isn't real. How do I know what he looks like? How do I know what his voice sounds like? No one else does.
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