Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in love in a quite absolute, final way.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Today I committed murder. Yes I admit it. It was either me or the mouse. The first mouse I let go free. The second mouse had no such luck. I cornered that disgusting rodent and I vacuumed him to death. Now there is blood on my hands and blood on the carpet. I have no clue how to clean it up. Gross.