Playing rummy online with one of my school friends, he mentioned this song:

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Which somehow led me to this:

Say you're happy now, once more with feeling!

Followed by: I know I could love you much better than this, full of grace

Ending, as always, with:

We don't have much room
I said does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
To live

Now onto something less lyrical.

On Friday, I received my financial aid package for graduate school, which should more accurately be called "Debt Factorial." Although I was expecting it, there was still quite a shock at seeing the amount in print below my name.

I'm still waiting a consistent little light that goes "This is it." Some days it is there in full color, glaringly evident, whereas others I question, wonder, and doubt. Where is my conviction? Oh this is getting so very tedious.

Reading The New York Times, I came across an article discussing very premature infants and their likelihood of success.

In a way, my lack of belief/faith is ironic. Or maybe miraculous is the more correct term.