Busy...so very busy...

Today, I woke up, threw my clothes on (and I mean that almost literally), rushed downstairs, jumped into a chair, yanked out my Bible, and took a deep breath. And spent a short time with God with the rest of my family (excluding my Dad, he's at work), as is the ritual of every school morning. After that, I gulped down my breakfast, washed the dishes, and thundered downstairs, thinking of all the school I had to finish.

I am exhausted! I just returned from my vigorous soccer game (we lost, but it was fun. Two war wounds: a bruise above my eye from a soccer ball in the face, and an aching ankle from a misplaced kick), then swallowed my baked potato in seemingly one bite, and hurried back downstairs, jumped on my computer, and attended my online writing class, with one minute to spare. Now it's over, I can finally just sit and rest. It feels so nice! :]

Off to write in diary and elaborate on plots (I'm feeling doubtful right now that my creative cells will be able to rouse themselves out of their stupor to hatch something other then gibberish),