As I sit here is Creedy McFlow's office, I am slightly disappointed by the lack of flare to entertain me on his desk. Perhaps he is just a simple man that only needs a black man on a Jesus piggy bank, a jumbo pen, an old phone, some office supplies, and a model care to get by. I am different. I would need much more. I would need a box fan to blow smoke out the window, a book with a hole cut out for a .357 (perhaps an encyclopedia set for my shotgun), some pictures of girls in bikini's (bikini's optional), some fruit roll ups, stationary safe for libation to help give edge to the drone of the workday, and a cyanide pill for those really long hours.

I find it hard to be in one place for an extended period of time. This does not relate to how I feel about North Carolina, which is of course the best damn state in the whole world ever! Sitting in a room, or driving too long, or having to speak with people that I am not fond of causes me to become ansty and anxious and I find that removing my person from that state of being. This causes questions to arise such as "what's wrong?" or "why are you just leaving?" or "what did i/we do?". It seems funny to me that there is so much concern over nothing, when if one leaves the church for any reason or doesn't show up for a few weeks there is no effort to restore the bond. In my experience, I have seen it simply turn into accusations that the person that left had some warfare, or was off sinning, or not keeping the faith, but surely God will bring them back. This enables people to sit back on their asses and let "God" do the work. I got fidgety with the church, and I left. I never got a question from anyone.

My thoughts are a little cloudy today, as I have a lot on my mind with the possible mishaps that could occur within the coming week. I will surely die a lonely old man. However, tonight I will be in the company of dear friends and hopefully that will take some of the stress away. Also, I should have quite an interesting post this weekend, as Campus Crusade from NC State will be renting our facilities at camp. Although I am an employee of Camp Dixie, and I am bound by honor to my father to keep my mouth shut, I am sure to over hear some interesting conversations. KIT LYLAS!!!