Zen…

…And the art of bludgeoning a librarian with a big freakin’ rock.” My Glorious, what a past few days this has been. I am sorry I missed yesterday’s pow-wow with my fellow partakers in the tribulation, its just that I have been busy and stressed. STRESSED, I just want to go on a vacation of the mind, where there’re are no time zones, no over-arching homework ready to bitch slap you back to reality. There has been no rest for the weary here gentleman and ladies, no rest at all. I guess I should go into the events of yesterday. I believe it was a Monday. On Monday, I woke up to the buzzcock sound of an alarm whispering sweet nothings into my ear, to repay this sweet machine, I plunged a fork through its circuitry. Well not really, I just shut it off but for the art of dramatic effect ignore this sentence. I got out of bed, took a quick shower and headed down to the campus after studying for a few hours for my Japanese test. To find out later when I arrived at class that this test was not until Tuesday; oh well at least I got my studying in. Since, I thought it was such a beautiful day I went down Stuyvesant and scurried over to Edleez tobacco and purchased A tin of Ozona Raspberry, McChrystals’Anisette and a pack of Ecstasy Menthol (herbal cigarettes) I was just in the mood to light up, that and Rachael smokes menthol cigarette’s so I am trying to see if I can wean her from the poison. After that I walked into Coconuts’, a nifty little, store with various digital entertainments, after pursuing the merchandise, I found a few used DVD’s I wanted, so I hid them among the rest (now if I can remember where I hid them…) and I left for greener pastures. I arrived back to my dorm to find it occupied by my glorious roommate sleeping his life away. I made some sun tea and left him sleep for a few hours before, waking him up and bringing him with me to dinner (it’s nice not to eat alone). After the long waiting and greasy food we said our goodbye’s, Ray headed for the library, I headed for my homework. I pined over it (homework) for a long time, I was just so stressed, and I could not study, couldn’t and wouldn’t think, even if I had wanted to. Few people know that I have to think, to do things (I know you say so what, everyone does) I have to think about not convulsing, so I will not twitch like a war veteran from a POW camp. It gets harder to do this as a night wears on; Rachael can attest to this, I’ve smacked her enough times with my limbs at 3:00am. I am just tired of thinking but, in that I rejoice because God has always seen me through, so I move on. Move on with all my endeavors, witness to whoever will hear my voice (and even to some who won’t) because I know if I ask the Lord for a healing, He would do it. He would fix me back to the way I was, erase the brain damage that years of drug abuse had stolen from me, give me back my memory, my motor skills and the ability to make intelligent conversation past 9:45pm. But, I don’t ask, it’s a way, I ask God to keep me in check with just as Paul was accursed with an affliction. “And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in my flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure…” 2 Corinthians 12:7 (NKJV) I find it a way to remind me on the infinite mercy of my Father, if He wouldn’t have come and picked me up I would not be here typing this or anything, I would be tasty worm food. But out of all these stresses I thank God for driving me on, even if it is to drive me to do my Japanese homework a day a head of time.