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Hello there. I’m eating lunch at my desk. I thought I’d be eating lunch with Dad every once in a while since we’re working at the same place and all, but so far I haven’t eaten with him at all. He’s always in meetings. So, today I planned ahead and brought my lunch. Very exciting. I just finished off my sandwich and chips and am eating two cookies. Yum. I thought that since it only took me 10 minutes to eat and I have a 30-minute lunch break I should do something productive with my time, like post on my blog…

I cannot wait for Israel to be here in approximately 8 days. I miss him…a lot. I miss people in general. I need someone under 30 to hang out with. I don’t know what to do with myself at night…read…play guitar…draw…sit with Dad and Deb…then what? I’m running out of ideas. If you have any, I’m open for suggestions. In fact, I look forward to them.

Work’s been pretty good. I just made 8(ish) cd labels. I’m sure I’ll hate them once they’re printed. They look better than any of the others here though…perhaps that’s not the best way to judge my work.

Um…I’m having a hard time being intentional with my summer goals. I’m not praying and I haven’t memorized one scripture. I also don’t think I’m going to research my thesis at all due to a lack of time, money, transportation and knowledge of the area. I also haven’t worked out, unless you count the two weekends of manual labor (which I do). I’m blaming this lack of exercise on not having any free-weights, but I could at least do sit-ups or something. Lazy bum.

Yesterday we went to Liberty park. We walked along the Hudson River and New York Harbor looking at Lady Liberty’s back side, Ellis Island and Manhattan. It was a wonderful way to experience the city – all the sites without the masses of human flesh jostling about. I hate jostling human flesh in mass quantity.

Let’s see, what other interesting things could I talk about?

I’m sort of getting a tan. I’m fluctuating between severe disappointment in myself and excitement at my less pale skin. I’m pretty sure the only reason I want a tan at all is to meet other people’s expectations. I much prefer paleness.

I miss you all.