So, it's February. Far too many r's in that word for my liking. No, seriously.
I have a test within the hour. I would study for it, and I have, but I'm too worried about the homework/lab/test thing I have going for tomorrow. Then I have to stop to think, "It won't matter in a hundred years." It doesn't make me feel any better, especially when worrying could, in fact, change the entire course of my life. Which, in turn, will lead to different choices causing a different life and different future for my self and those I'm attached to. Then I get very existentialistic.
Sneezing, by the way, does wonders for existentialism.
Ash Wednesday, aka the beginning of Lent, is, like, two days away. True fact. As a soldier of God (practicing Catholic), I will dutifully report to my station (church) to receive my mark (cross of ashes on my forehead) and my mission (abstinence, charity, productivity). There will probably be a sacrifice (Eucharist) and a reference to God (worldly possessions). Altogether, I think it will be suitable commencement to this 40-day deployment (Lenten season), indicative of its value, etc.
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