My morning star

Who will exculpate me from vilification if not You?
In your goodness blot out my offence, dearest.
Save me from myself, that I will not bring shame to Your name.
Speak to me in the darkest hour before dawn, that I may not give up, give in, to weariness before You arrive and invite me in.
I have no need of praise, yet so do I crave;
Put me right in Your sight and I will find true peace.

Oops

I want to be a hermit. And watch Red Dragonflies. Or an alien. So I'm sure once and for all it's ok to be like Lady Gaga.

I think I just busted my brains trying to write a paper on Math education.

I've been having bad dreams in the waking state. Butterflies in my tummy. Walls coming up where they weren't before.(or at least transparent force-fields)

I'm growing paranoid. And anxious about wayyyy too many things that are beyond my control.

I need to just do it.

"Paint me with Your purity
That I'd attract Your majesty
When others boast in fame and gold
The purest place is where I'll go"

concentrate

I'm just about sure what I have now qualifies as a full-blown migraine. Sigh.

@ 4.30pm

It's been an unproductive day. Been staring at the mountain of notes and I don't know where to start writing. Throw in a deadline just 3 weeks away for TWO papers and the desert-dryness...I don't know how to start because I can't see the end.

Still, I will sing, you are
Word made Flesh,
Bright Morning Star,
You are.