Maximillian Amadeus Banzai (banzai) wrote,
Maximillian Amadeus Banzai

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The Olympics were slate against gray this morning. Walked home in the rain, a cleansing feeling. On my coffee break, I'd planned to simply read, but when the time came, I felt the pull to journal (as usual), so I made the extra few blocks' trip to retrieve my trusty iBook. It has become my companion.

Even when I feel that pull, sometimes I just can't write a standard entry. This was another of those mornings, so after trying awhile, I instead turned to writing poetry. It's almost as if there are multiple jacks I can plug into, and usually when one doesn't work, words flow freely once I connect to the other. I'll likely post my new poem at night. That's when it belongs.

Free until 17:00, then dinner at the Assistant Pastor's house (a celebration for my Stephen Ministry class from spring). Apparently their two-year-old daughter, Emma, is very excited that I am coming over and has picked a book for me to read to her. Why she is so fond of me is a mystery to her parents and to me. Perhaps someday I shall be a father.

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