It was roller-blade flight time with Tracey last night at East Coast Park, all the way past midnight. In the midst of it, I found out that my blades are officially and possibly the worst pair in the world. They’re heavy, big, and the wheels roll like they have invisible tar in their axles.
Had some lamb kebab for dinner. Decent in flavor but hardly worth the high price I paid. Still, I should be grateful now before food becomes more expensive in UMich.
I realize I’ve still got heaps of stuff to settle; from settling of a meal plan to immunization. And my heart still sings for someone, cries when it is unheard. God, I pray that you will give me the strength and emotional assurance to see through the remaining days.