Inspired by the qualitative studies I’ve been reading as background research for the two articles for work, I am writing those two in a narrative, conversational style. Whether my editor will be happy or not, we will see. I will edit or rewrite the articles prior to submitting it to her.
I had a wet dream every morning for the last three days! I cut this morning’s one short by waking up and then sitting up straight in bed.
I applied for another internship at the company I am an intern at now. We will see whether I will get it or not. If I don’t get it, I at least tried.
Today I decided to go on hiatus as leader of my church’s youth group. I need to devote more time to my studies if I want to submit my thesis for examination in June. But the church leaders and members don’t understand that. I might have to quit the leadership post. And I really wouldn’t mind doing it because, in all honesty, my studies were last on my priority list; my involvement at church always came first and my battle with pornography and masturbation was second. Like my uncle once told me, “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”
Tonight before typing this post, I got an awesome idea for a sculpture. I was thinking about how I would arrange the armature of the trees and trying to figure out how one would communicate emotion in tree sculptures when I got the idea. I won’t reveal it now. You’ll have to wait and see.
I’ve just been reading, thinking, and dreaming: reading papers for my articles; thinking about their contents, the youth and my team; thinking about my studies and my professors’ reactions to my request for an extension of the literature reviews’ due date; and dreaming about biochemical mechanisms for the production of electron beams in people. I woke up with a splitting headache at 2 or 3 AM which plagued me the whole day. But God has seen me through.
The prayer meeting went well. I was extremely nervous, uhm-ing the whole time, as I drew a parallel between the war in the Ukraine and the French Revolution. The aim was to remind the folk of Christ’s soon coming, the shortness of life, and how quickly life can change. I was worried that the message would be too deep for them because I spoke from the Book of Revelation in the Bible. Some of them thanked me afterwards for the message. I was so surprised but I praise God that some, if not all, were blessed.
I have to go. Dinner is calling as is my bed.