Shall we try a new mantra? You know, something like the live, love, laugh only with a creative edge, instead?
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Finally, I decided to DO something with it. Write it down. Say it out loud. Meditate on it. Anything that will allow me to take a nap later!
Spent the afternoon waiting on Father (the priest, not daddy) to come by. He wants to talk to me about something. It's much like waiting outside the principal's door knowing that what waits inside is not going to be pleasant: a finger pointing, questions, phone call home, a paddling. who knows what awaits.
I'm fairly sure Father wants something. In fact, I'm fairly sure it will have to do with the upcoming fair. But until he shows, I get to sit here and fret. I tried thinking up excuses, but instead I got
I guess it could be worse!