"We can fall into the endless sea"

Our intramural game tonight brought out only 4 of our 10 players. We played anyway and quite well. We ended up losing by 10, but had it tied with about 5 minutes left. I played terribly, but it is still good to play.

I suppose journaling is a good thing to do. I am glad that I am doing it. I really did journal throughout high school. Not so much thoughts as it was more of what my days consisted of.

I also wrote a ton of poems in high school. I wrote an entire book of poems for Lisa. I've always been proud of that. It seems like an accomplishment to have written an entire book. There is about 80 poems in it or so. I was writing one or two a day that summer. I was inspired, I suppose.

Anyway, I've always kept my high school journal under my bed at home, and I realized recently that my mother was probably reading it. She's a great woman of God, but is also nosy when the opportunity arises. I hope there was nothing too embarrassing in it. Anyway, maybe she didn't read it, but it wouldn't surprise me. In either case, I wouldn't blame her too much. I think it would be hard to not be very interested in your child's life or thoughts.

As I write these things, my mind just goes and goes. I have a spring of words within me just waiting to come out. Nevertheless, I try to keep them short and not too all over the place.

Song of the Day: In this I Suffer - Madison Greene