Monastery

I sit in Starbucks, enjoying a venti americano & free bandwidth from Quizno's. Sorry Starbucks, no $10 for internet. I've taken some pictures of my room. It reminds me of a nicer cell in prison that they give to old harmless, well behaved inmates. My bed squeaks & is on wheels. Cement floors. I figure that is for easy clean up after the monks sneak in & perform their ritual sacrifices. I think that is happening next week though. I've had a pretty good time. I like being able to take time in the morning to wake up, read & write at my leisure with some instant folger's. Nasty.

I have goals for the next couple days. Reflection, understanding, revelation. I've been aware & became "more aware" of some major life issues I struggle with. I feel that God wants to change the way I think and ultimately the way I live. We'll see how that goes. I started a book this morning. I hope to finish it before I come home. I miss my fam but heard baby todd over the phone today. I wish I had a guitar, but they're not allowed. This leaves me to play the one in my head. It'll have to work for now.