Derek Webb was at my boyfriend's school one night, then mine the next. He made friends with the band and managed to get them to deliver me flowers. Amazing.
I don't have a single paper due this week.
My awesome parents bought me the new Anne Lamott book even though I was a brat.
I got eight hours of sleep last night.
God hasn't given up. He still continues to teach and love me.
I got to go to Pine Cove last weekend, which included getting to be "fly girl," which was a dream of mine, and getting to surprise (but not really) my boyfriend.
I got to teach Sunday School. Hadn't taught anything in a while and, for the most part, thoroughly enjoyed it.
I get to go on a women's retreat with The Grove this weekend.
The half-marathon is next weekend.

Life is good.
Sorry for the pessimism. I was exhausted and didn't want to be back at school.
Is this better, Mom?