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I’m typing this on the computer I built with my tax refund. That was fun, except when I forgot to plug something in that had me replace the motherboard and CPU.
And I’ll miss at least another semester of school due to not finding a job that will give me hours to go to school (yeah, kinda hard to take full time classes and sleep while working two thirty pm to three am Monday through Thursday. Who came up with that schedule?)
Waiting for word on a car. Waiting for a car for my sister to be ready so I can buy her car, because she needs the money, and because my car has repairs that will cost more than the car is worth to repair. Meanwhile, I’m pushin a thirty ass eighties Chevy truck with. Bit of cool factor, but too big and thirsty for my tastes. Have monies originally set aside to fix my car to buy my sister’s car with, which will help her out. Would really like to be able to drive the smaller car soon, though.
Those are the two big things going on right now. That and my spiritual life. Been attending Blue Ridge Community Church. I like it alot more than I thought I would, with it being a big church with multiple services on Sunday. But I like it. Been going to the men’s breakfast on Saturday mornings. Earlier than I like getting up, but I can’t do the dinner on Monday nights with my work schedule. So, I’ve been getting up for the breakfast. Really. Been wondering about where I am with Christ and what my next step is. Think I know what the next step is, but there’s a disconnect when it comes to execution. How do I? How do I make sure it’s for real this time? Do I really want to? Is it really even what I’m supposed to do? Where I’m supposed to do it? The right church? Or should I be in another church? This is what I’m trying to figure out. That and what to do with my life. And, of course sexuality. Ain’t had none in a long time. And right now, I feel like I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, like finalizing, or initializing, my relationship with God is more important, and I don’t deserve it until I get that taken care of. And what to do with all the lusts in my soul. I thought it wasn’t a big deal until the other guys in the group brought it up so much. Then I’m like, how wrong is it? Why is it wrong, exactly? Lots of questions. No answers. Feelings. More than I have time to talk about while I have chores pressing…
