Day 79

I hate missing church, but a laptop and wi-fi provide the sermon at my fingertips while I have to work. Sadly, when two evil men decide to come in and lie to me, steal items from the gym, and break into other member's lockers, its so easy to suddenly forget about the message, and just want to rewind time to meet their face with the sharp side of a hammer.

After work I went to Melissa's, her mom made a great dinner, and even added these beans that were in a very thick and fuzzy pod, but that did not stop me from eating them. After dinner, and a long day, I realized, that I dont know who I am.

I dont know who I am.
I dont know what I want.
I dont know what I need to do.
I dont know who my friends are
I dont know why God allows what he allows
I dont know why I dont know.
I dont know where to go
I dont know what to say
I dont know

There can only be one cure for this, well, obviously I intend to spend time with God tonight in His Word, but the 2nd best anecdote for a lost, voided self is watching someone who is the same as me.
Mom and I are going to watch Dexter. In a world where I need to just reach out and grab something, there's always America's favorite serial killer.

- Who am I? -