Couch Potato

I just finished my first major test out here. I was pretty stressed about it. Actually, I think I was stressed about the test AND everything else I have coming up this week. I'm supposed to be reading an article and writing a paper on it, and studying for a Greek quiz... and a New Testament quiz. But I thought I'd just write about how I'm supposed to be doing those things instead of actually doing them. I sat down on the couch and melted. You know that feeling? I think they must put something in couch cushions that is like those de-stress candles at chick stores, but that actually works and doesn't smell weird. I miss summer. And I miss my friends. I also miss the kids at my church, whom I continue to refer to in the possessive sense despite having not been gone for almost three months. I feel like I'm approaching the verge of being pretty stressed. I've already mentioned this, but I bring it back up because its pretty weird for me. I don't feel like this very often. By not often I mean I don't remember ever feeling stressed like this except for one week in college where I had three 15 page papers and one 7 page paper to write in the same week. So pray for me. I may start rambling on here about stuff I learn in class. I learn best when I'm teaching, so I'll pretend that someone reads this and teach you about the things that I don't really understand for our mutual benefit. It probably won't be mutual. Another reason is that if someone who I trust and respect is reading this and I start talking about some crap thats just wrong, then they can correct me. Otherwise they wouldn't know because nobody likes to spend their time talking about church history on the phone. I'd rather talk about things like how couches are like chick candles.