Sunday, 8:30. i'm trying to meditate on the rhythmic blinking of the cursor. Tomorrow, 12 hrs. hence i start the interview. i've been sick all weekend, and i'm a tiddle nervous about whether i'll have a voice, or be coughing lung tissue, or'll just be snotting like a faucet as i've been today. i look very forward to being at about this point tomorrow evening; and mostly i look forward to being at this point tomorrow knowing i've been accepted. [Pause here to pray for a brutha'].
i climbed the last few days, in spite of being sick, 'cuz i didn't figure i'd get much of a chance with finals, etc., this coming week. Didn't amount to much, save a decent workout. i'm actually losing fitness here. haven't gained much weight, but i haven't lifted in nearly a month and a half--and i can definitely tell. i'm hoping things smoothe out after this next week. i have a feeling things'll emotionally smoothe out for me after tomorrow. [Again, pause here to pray for a brutha'].
i'll fa' shizzle let yas know if i'm a winner or a loser tomorrow evening. Peace. Inner peace. In-in-in-inner peace.
3 comments:
I have already twice, and will continue to pray throughout the day for you brother. Im sure things will go off without a hitch. Are you to find out results tomorrow? Let me know sucka!!
It's gonna be a good day.
You guys rock. Thanks for your prayers. i'm still waiting for 'em to call me back and retract the offer. Li'l bit surreal to think i might be worth something someday.
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