What Day is it Now?

Greetings, all
Just a quick post regarding my latest happenings and goings on for the past few days. Humour, useful information, and especially my actual thoughts and feelings (the latter, I have noticed, are conspicuously absent from this journal; I seem to prefer a laundry list of activities and stories, with the occasional witty or sarcastic comment...oh...wait...that's how I am in real life, too...nevermind) will most likely not appear.
Yesterday I got up a scant 15 minutes after my alarm went off. Victory! But, inexplicably the night before I had thought my lecture was an hour later than it was, so I was still too late to go. Defeat! Oh, the capricious fates! There was, however, ballroom dancing to be done. We learned the Viennese Waltz (which is a bit difficult to master in one go 'round) and the samba (which is simpler, at least when the instructor is not teaching a VAST number of variations and extra things, all the while saying he should not be giving you so much at one time). I have come to the conclusion that the dance teacher, while unquestionably British, also seems to be from New Jersey. Don't ask me how this strange ethno-spiritual melding exists. (One ousia, two hypostases?) Last night was also Bible study, led by my roommate. I have long been feeling the need for more community prayer and worship in my life, and even our simple gathering was like oxygen.
Today was "Finally getting out of bed much later than you wanted to" Day, the holiday being shared with pretty much Every Other Freaking Day. Much running about and energy lost in friction...grocery shopping...I got chicken...and ciabatta bread...and...um...*snaps* Oh. Right. Went to another CSL Society meeting tonight, where we listened to a "Professional Stage Actor" do excerpts from his reading of The Great Divorce. Very well done, I must admit. Walked back through lovely University Parks with Chelle and Mike. Simple and aesthetically pleasing dinner with Phil. (Why am I even mentioning all of this? Does anyone care? Goodness, I am starting to read like a bad memoir. Why didn't someone *say* something?)
From all those to whom I am long overdue in emailing and/or writing letters (and you know who you are), I ask forgiveness and patience. Please trust that you are not forgotten, for you remain in my thoughts and prayers.

I leave you with the Peace Prayer of St. Francis:
"O Lord, make me an instrument of Thy Peace!
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is discord, harmony.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sorrow, joy.

Oh Divine Master, grant that I may not
so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life."

Grace be with you all,
Brian