Okay, so last night (well the last few days) I felt like I was fighting something, so I took NyQuil right before I went to bed at 10pm. I woke up to my alarm at 6am, decided to give myself another hour. I woke up, did my Bible study, then fell asleep at 8am, had an alarm set for 9am, turned it off, woke up at 9:45 when my arms started hurting (they both fell asleep on me), then stared in a drugged fog for twenty minutes. Now I'm up physically, but that's about it. To prove my point, check out the list sentence. I do believe it's a run on. Ugh.

Well, there goes another resolution down the drain. I decided that I would keep up with my blog more consistently this year, but no. Not me. Oh well, I guess this is more regular than the last year has been.
Right now I'm sitting in a Super 8 room (the bed and pillows are really comfy) and am writing to you. I don't particularly know what to write except that my sister Virginia is hilarious. Let me tell you, I would have been a fool to not let her come on this trip. I can think of very few times in the day and a half that she has not cracked me up. We've had a lot of fun. We're checking out a college here in Missouri. It's really a great spot. Absolutely gorgeous. I can't believe I'm going back to school here. It's totally a God thing and not at all me.
Kinda takes the pressure off, knowing that God put me here and has to keep me here. I'm nervous but very excited and ready for bed. Good night.