Take Off the Edge

This morning after physics I found myself in my private place in the library. It's not really private because anyone can just waltz right up to me if they so desired, but no one ever does because I'm pretty sure it's one of the most secluded places on campus. On the second floor at the very end of the room in the back left corner there is a cubicle that I frequent when I need peace and quiet. Very few students even use the library as is, let alone venturing to the second floor, so sleep can be had here if one wishes to acquire it. I slept pretty hard today for about an hour. It was bad too because I was dreaming about eating food that I was cooking in an open fire. I think it was a side of pork because I could taste the salt and the crunchy skin. What the food actually was isn't really important other than to say that when I dream about food I salivate, and when I am asleep, my mouth is usually open, so... when I woke up, my coat had a big soggy spot right on the sleeve. I regularly enjoy the fact that my coat is dark wool. Nothing ever shows up on dark wool, not even spit.

When I woke up, I wandered through the shelves of books just looking up and down at the different subjects in their groupings. I was marveling at the age of some of the books I saw until two of them caught my eye. They were pretty close to 100 years old by the looks of the copyright and probably pretty close to original binding. I was captivated especially by the fact that the covers contained poetry, so I picked them up and they currently rest next to my bed. I've been glancing at them between duties today, but that isn't really as much time as I would like.

Also lately, I've been practicing my guitar more. I think I may have mentioned that yesterday. I've been working on learning more creative and meaningful worship songs. I'm getting warmed back up, that's for sure. I need a lot more time though. It's been a long time since I was required to learn any kind of music on a regular basis. It's good for me though. It helps take the edge off. I would say that the buzz I get from playing alone with my guitar is better than any buzz I've had from kicking back a few. But my voice has seen better days. It's been soar for about a week now mostly because the weather here has been so dry. I have to wear chapstick all the time and I also have to remember to discharge the static build up on my body through the length of my arm onto my car when I get out instead of with my hand. The reason being is that static arcs a lot farther and with more intensity in cold dry weather conditions, so I get a good jolt every time I get out of my car. I'm talking visible light and tingling muscles. For a while I was wondering if my car maybe had a bare wire resting up against the chassy, but that's not the case.

I'm glad to be reading and to be playing more music though. I need these things to help me focus and remember the tasks I have at hand rather than worry about tomorrow. Speaking of which, I have to be at work by 6:30am. That means I need to sleep. Peace and love.