you were wild where are you now?

there's this line in a song called hotel that comes just at the end and goes:

king solomon's mines, exit 75
i'm still alive i'm still a-ligh-hiiiiiigh-ive

and that's pretty much how i feel today. usually after some sort of hard emotional explosion or even just a difficult class, i think about that part of the song. good song, really. check it out sometime.

can i ask a favor of you? if you are on speaking terms with God, if you remember please pray for me this week. my last session is this wednesday, and a goodbye is to be had, and some tears will be cried, probably very many. it is a comfort, your telling God about it. thank you.

now i must do some work on figuring out the felony-murder rule in georgia. i've never been to georgia before, did you know? i like the name though. and i hear it is very hot and very pretty in certain places. i also think it might be a little scary sometimes. most of the criminal procedure cases in georgia always involve something awful happening and rights being trampled on and so forth. yikes.

i'll tell you what, though, it is hot in this here ohio. the kind of hot where you don't even want to eat, because the thought of your body burning anything, carbs or otherwise, makes you want to throw up and cry. i do have some nice cold beers in the fridge, though, but no drinking on the clock!

soon.