the god of small things. my weekend started last wednesday. and the weekend before that ended on monday. so really, i had just tuesday as my "workday." but i don't work. so all my days are weekends. it's spiritually redeeming, this life. for the first time since new york, i haven't been to LA on a weekend. craziness. instead, this weekend was filled with little minute but happy things. snatches of good conversation--in cars, getting out of cars, at denny's, wherever. there was a bible study and a dope ass dance lounge on wednesday, a church on sunday, classes on thursday, football on sunday, warcraft on friday, chess on everyday. and the ultimate......a buffet on saturday (where i out ate james for the first and probably last time of my life). people who can't appreciate the little lovely things in life i don't want to associate with i've decided. the weirdo conversations about aquatic plants and fishes, learning what kind of oats are used to distill what beer, lots of guitar knowledge, staring at new paint jobs, clicking on every single little warcraft character to make them say funny things. aaaaahhhh. this is what life is all about. isn't it? and oh yes, chrissy was here. no small deal. but in a weekend of straight bumming, she fit in spendidly, even if she had to work every day.



is it only because we're getting older that all these tiny simple pleasures seem so exciting? or is it that all the big events no longer hold any thrill? i just like to lounge around and wait for that magic moment when everything seems content and perfect. and nobody is doing much of anything, but it's still entertainment.