This week has been hungrily eaten up by the "easter video"... a long unbroken series of days and nights with beer and coffee flowing, people coming and going all day, all night, and me, on my laptop flitting in and out attempting to cheer them on and simultaneously remain sane.
I nearly burst into tears today when I realized samm would be leaving the day after tomorrow for a week to Chicago. I feel like we haven't spoken in days, except about survival:
-hand me a kleenex!
-here, take keats (the cat.)
-oh shoot, someone get the beers out of the freezer.
-how's that paper going, kathryn?
-someone make coffee again.
-this project is awful!
-no it's not!
-ahhhhhhhhhhhh *(U(R*(@$%IU*$(#)
Etc.
Art. What a struggle to press through the blurry moments of insanity. Especially when it isn't my art, specifically. I think I'll take a little credit anyhow for making all that coffee and giving everyone lots of flinstone vitamins. It has to help.
I should go to sleep. Tomorrow, well, today now, is my birthday, so I feel pressure to stop being so stressed and have some fun. We are meeting a guy from TX who is an "artist pastor" which is fun and i'll spend the rest of the day finishing a paper.
Here is my (current) thesis:
Ps. 110 offers a stark reminder of the message of the breaking in of the kingdom. In a time when “holy war” reminds readers of planes crashing into the World Trade Center, this Psalm serves as a potent reminder that Christ’s Priestly role ushering in peace and His Kingly role executing judgment are integrally connected.
Now i just have to prove that...
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