My bedroom looks like my backpack exploded all over it. There are clean clothes, dirty clothes, souvenirs, and receipts all over the place. I have not had the gumption to clean it and a perk of having my own room is that no one cares. Maybe it will get done this weekend. Maybe.

As I settled further into work today, I found myself sighing a lot. This job seems even harder after tasting passion for three weeks. My mood stayed down for most of the morning until suddenly I found myself grinning uncontrollably. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, but I theorized someone must be praying for me. So if it was you, thanks. It made my day!