Some days.

Some days are just plain weird. Today was one of them.

Got up, out of my bunk for the first time. I'm on the top bunk now. I rather enjoy it, it brings back a lot of good memories from my childhood (which, by the way, was spectacular). But this morning, since I didn't want to get up (my body has been in a state of revolt for the past week), getting down that bunk bed made me feel like I was 50 years old. I'm not even 25 yet, thank goodness.

Anyway, I left late for work, still got there only a minute late, and stayed an hour later than I usually do. Had fun, even got to talk to one of my besties on the phone for a few minutes at work. Yay! And I got to go on a bike ride with the youngest nanny kid today. So fun.

Then work was done and it was time to go home. Since I have no fresh fruit or veggies at home (which, with bread, consists of 98% of my diet), I had to go to the grocery store. While there, I decided to stop in at the bank. My roommate gave me her check to put in my account (rent was due!) and that was a big to do. I found myself explaining my roommate's situation to a banker who I don't really like (and was over ecstatic when they switched me to a different one when I opened my account).

So I ended up getting my flu shot, finding some stuff for The Rockplex, buying a new pink dress (that I'm gonna wear tomorrow! Yay new dresses!), and then heading home, realizing I forgot salad dressing and laundry soap. What a dork I am. So I had to stop at another grocery store.

And now I have poles against the attic door because I thought I heard something rummaging around up there. It was freaking me out. Luckily, this guy named Josh (who I have never met, mind you), doesn't think I'm too crazy and asked if it was a killer. Ridiculous.

So I finally get home, have some dinner, work a little bit on random stuff, and our sink decides to get plugged by a shoe insole and the water from the washer gushes on the floor. Our landlord runs up our back stairs to our duplex because it's raining in his part of the duplex... oops. We are such blondes.

But as I was thinking about it, I was thinking about how that is so me. I mean, that nasty, brown, dirty water was spilling over the sides from something that should have been good... getting our clothes clean.

Sometimes I do things I think are good. I plan them out, set to do them, and nothing good comes out of them... it says in the Bible that none is good but God. So if it ain't coming from God, it's not good. Most of those supposedly "good" things come from myself. I want to do them, so I do. And what come out of them? Icky stuff. And it overflows til I can't handle it anymore and I'm on my hands and knees with a towel trying to clean up the mess.

God, forgive my feeble attempts at serving You. Make my life new, help me listen to You.