If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God’s power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
My lawyer met with the judge and my PO today. Fucker didn’t call me though.
I’m very very very tired. And I never really feel rested. I’ve been sleeping 5 hours every night. It’s pretty low for my average of 8+ hours and naps all day. I’ve been anxious though. I can’t sleep because I feel like I’m losing time.
I always think about either the past or the future, I can’t just be in the moment.
Today was kind of ok.
Until thirty minutes ago.
I called my PO. She said I have to appear in court again for blowing a .023. I didn’t drink any alcohol which is really frustrating. I just want to find a place to go cry forever. I could go to jail this time…
I just got called for an interview at the Gap. Oh hell yeah.