I always claim that I'm going to do homework.
yet how much homework really gets done at the time i claim that?
for example: right now I should be reading the Second Helvetic Confession of Faith. The longest single document in the PC(USA) book of confessions. and instead I'm posting on my blog.
but now I am reading. i promise. and chatting with friends online. and my brother. but reading, really!
btw: "we" (by which I mean i coerced some other people and I held the door...) moved Miranda's new couch into her room today.
honey and lemon is supposed to be good for your voice. we'll see how that goes. i still can't really talk. this is bad.
i can, however, still type. ha!