My hopes of being the next J. P. Prewitt have just taken a dramatic step for the better. My right hand, has just been featured on one of the better blogs out there. Soon I'll be modeling for bic pens, and maybe after that I'll be numbered as one of the members of the most-coveted chiromodeling squad, the Rolex team! Oh I can't wait.

There was the best fog settled around our work this morning. It was cool, dark, and gloomy. It was great. The office was more empty than usual, due to sickness, missionary work, and traffic. I went about making sure everything was "ready for the day" or whatever. Oddly enough, all of the things I'd done as closing-down procedure the night before had been undone. Doors were opened (leaving rooms air-conditioned that shouldn't be), there were drinks missing from the fridge that was completely full when I left, and other things were basically just wiggity. What conclusion could this bring me to? Could it be that the people staying later at work could be doing this? But no. We must have a ghost in the office. So I have to name it. Naming things is a part of being a human, right? So then, the ghost will be called Confucius.
Confucius is trying to make me look bad. Will it continue? We'll see.

I can't wait until teleporters are prevalent and all the bugs are worked out of them (right now they are not close). It would make lunch so much more fun. First of all, we would not have to be limited to what is around us. If we wanted to go lunch at Fisherman's Wharf...bazzamo! We'd be there in an instance. Say Chinatown was tickling our appetite...whap! We'd be there in an instance. Let's say we're in the mood for a Philly Cheesesteak, but we don't want one of these cheap California imitations...swoosh! Hello the City of Brotherly Love! It'd make like so much more easy, but I can see possible problems with this. People would be flocking to the popular restaurants and so it would create an hour glass effect. Normally, a good restaurant would be limited by the people who were within driving distance, but under this new teleportation paradigm, the good restaurants would be overly crowded and your chances of good food would become more difficult. One the bright side, bad restaurants would be forsaken more than they are today, and if you open up a new restaurant, location doesn't matter, as long as you have a good rating with ZAGAT and a high-volume teleporter on the premises. What scares me the most about teleporters is that when there is a glitch, it could damage your genetic makeup. I'd hate to be teleported and have to live the rest of my life with somebody else's nose or something. All in all, teleporation is seemingly a good thing for society, and when this upcoming California Recall election takes place, I know that I am voting for the candidate that is pro-teleportation—I think that may be Arnold.

I got lost on the way to church yesterday. Sad, isn't it? I had to drive by myself since Brandon had to be there early to set up the book table. Hehe. Brandon even asked, "Sweetie, do you know the way to get to church?" I replied, "Of course I do. We've been going for months. See you there!" Right. See you there. So I got on the freeway. And I saw the familiar exit. Unfortunately, I got off one exit too soon and got to visit John Wayne Airport. Turned around and got back on the 55 north. Exited on Main I think. I basically drove around looking for big buildings and places that we've eaten at 'til I found our church. By that time I was only 30 minutes late. I slipped in and sat next to Brandon and wrote to him, "I got lost." He wrote back, "better than a car wreck."

He's right; I do feel like I live in a library now. But it is sort of a nice balance with the dart board he brought in. I really do consider myself an easygoing wife when it comes to decorating. Some women would have waged wars over what I shrug at (cough- the ceramic monkey, etc...). It's only a one-bedroom apartment. I'll start caring when we get a house that people will actually see. :)

Well, we are finally done with our new bookcases. Wendy says that she feels like we live in a library now. I think it is just a good reason to get a two bedroom apartment next—if we can afford it. It is also far past my bed time. Good night. Here are some pictures (click on the images to see a larger view):

	This was our living room before the new bookcases.
	Here are the bookcases a la carte.
	Here they are with their glory.

Here it is. The time when you realize your weekend is over, and it's time to face another week. No, the weekend wasn't enough time to get all the things you needed done, let alone the things you wanted to do. But it's come to a close.

Our weekend was rather boring. Well, I wouldn't necessarily say that, I suppose. Friday night and Saturday morning we attended the Ligonier Conference with R.C. Sproul and Mark Dever speaking. Cleaned and assembled new bookshelves the rest of Saturday, and attended church today. Yes, that was our weekend. Now I have a lot of reading to do for school. So, keep it real and stuff.

I read through some archives today of things I'd written. Mostly from when I wrote for Dead Yet Living. Yeah, that was back in the day. I also read some of my archives when I had my lovely Fizzy Blue Soda site. It all got me thinking... Who was I? I read things that I myself wrote and don't have any idea what I was thinking. I guess I've always done that as I've aged. Get to first grade and think how dumb I was for watching certain cartoons or saying certain things in kindergarten. Get to second grade and do it all over again about first. I was just hoping it would sort of stop at some point. Or at least slow a bit. I guess I'll never stop embarrassing myself. It's all part of life.

We have class until 10:00 pm tonight. That's after working all day. Unfortunately, I began the day exhausted. But what can I do? I tried to sleep on the way to work, but Brandon drives very...aggressively, and so I really don't fall asleep long before I'm swayed or he steps on the brake and I'm thrown forward. So I pin my hope for relief in getting caffeine, but find myself without change during lunch. All I have is the sugar from a Hi-C to pep me, and it's already testifying to its own uselessness as my thought process is working at a minimum speed. Very minimum. But there's no way out. There's nothing I can do. I can't go sleep, can't seem to wake myself up. It's one day of many just like it. The many that I've had, and the many I know are to come.

Made an amazing discovery today. When one applies dishwashing fluid and water to dirty dishes, then dries them, the dishes transform into perfect condition for being stored in the cabinets/drawers. Unfortunately, this means our dirty dish collection has taken a devastating blow. Ah, well. We always have books.

There are certain obvious errors with trying to understand the Apocalypse of John literally. I am not concerned with those here. What I wanted to point out was a much more interesting hermeneutic. The following text was heard on a tape series done by David Hocking. I think the dispensationalists call this a letteral interpretation.

I was trying to briefly share with a guy about what Jesus is like now. I was getting frustrated talking to him and was not getting anywhere. This is what I said to him, "Are you aware of the fact that there are flames of fire that shoot out from His eyes right now?"

He just looked at me like I am nuts or something.

I said, "Yeah, it says so over here in Revelation 1. There are actually flames of fire that shoot out from His eyes."

"Jesus?"

I said, "Yeah. Jesus. There’s some other very interesting things said about Him too. Very different than what you’ve been describing. I just wondered if you knew Him. When it says His hair is white like wool and white as snow. He didn’t say He was white. It says His hair was white. In other words, He turned white. What’s that a sign of?"

"Age."

"It’s the Ancient of Days, which is the Lord Jehovah in the Old Testament."

"So what are you talking to me about? That’s Jesus?"

I said, "Yeah."

"Well, what about the pictures in the bookstores?"

"Well, those are drawings, attempts to visualize Him, but that's not what He is now since He rose from the dead. He now looks totally different than what He looked like when He was walking on the earth."

This guy would not buy it. He just said, "That’s not the Jesus I believe in, and he walked away."

So is that why the disciples didn't recognize Jesus on the road to Emmaus—because he had flames shooting out of his eyes? Come on people, if you would just admit that there is at least a miniscule amount of symbolic language in the Scriptures I would be happy.