My God, What Have We Done?

Poop. I sat down to type and all my fancy thoughts evaporated. Poof.

There is this one song by an artist named Lucio Battisti called Emozioni, and it is exactly that. Rarely have I heard such emotion in a singer's voice: real, heart-emotion.

Ah, music. How I love thee.

Oh. I remembered my thoughts, hooray. Today was my town's Fall Festival, and I came home dead tired. The sweet-and-salty Best Darn Kettlecorn is helping, though, with all the sugar.

Which reminds me: I must do the final proofread for my Student Leadership Application paper...over this past week I thought of some revisions I should make.

My thoughts have turned to the contemplations of a perpetually single life of late. Marriage is fine and dandy, but I honestly don't think I could put up with one person for the rest of my life like that...methinks that I would grow to detest them at some point.

But this is a semi-adult speaking, one who has never been married.

But this is a semi-adult speaking, one who has seen and tested marriage and found it to be lacking on the scales of The Grand Scheme of Life.

But it's okay. I'll decide that when the time comes for it, I guess. Poop. The time from now until then is fraught with contempations, though.

Thank God for Tolkien's literary genius that produced my escape from the world.