What did I do last year on the 31st? I don't remember.

I would like to write a long, expansive journal entry about the things that have happened this year, but to be honest I don't have time. I'm working on a web site that needs to be finished by tomorrow, along with a video that also needs to be done tomorrow. I have 4 hours until "tomorrow" gets here.

So here I am, in Concord, by myself, busily typing away on my computer. All in all, it's not a bad way to ring in the new year. I have a roof over my head. I have food. I have Internet access! Life is good.

In the coming year, though, I think life will get better. Sometime soon I'll post a list of resolutions/goals for 2006. But that time is not now.

Back to work.

I wish I could say that this was mine, but alas it is not. A friend of mine wrote it and agreed to let me share it here. Enjoy.

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As a caring owner chases an injured animal into the bush, so God chases us. As we struggle and squirm away from his grip, he does not let go. We fear more pain, and in the process of running, we cause more hurt. We refuse to be captured, but why? We do not know. But we run because we are being chased.

We run because we are being pursued.
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We think this pursuit can only have one end… more pain and hurt. Every other pursuit has left us this way. Broken, bleeding, hurting. With each rejection, each fruitless hope, we build up more protection. We refuse to ever let this happen again. We love the pursuit… we love that someone cares enough to even consider us. But as soon as they get close enough, we hide. Anywhere. In the thorn bush. Under the tree. In the mud-filled banks. We love to entertain the chase, but refuse to be captured. Because capture means we must be vulnerable. We are at the liberty of the captor. We lose control.

And we have all experienced enough hurt to know that we do not like to be vulnerable. We do not like to relinquish our control.

And so we continue running. We continue hiding. We prolong the chase.

And they keep coming. They keep chasing. So we take on a new tactic. When they come to close, we throw up the armor. We start to stab and throw our spears, stick out our spikes and lunge with the intent of causing them pain, all in hopes of getting them away. Stay out! we yell. We refuse to be caught. And at the expense of the pursuer, we will keep it that way. We will run and hide and hurt and do everything possible to prolong the chase and yet evade the capture.

Until…

Suddenly one day we find that all are gone.

No one remains. All have been driven away. There is no one left to whom we can turn. They too are nursing the wounds we have given them. They have now begun to run.

Neither one intended it to end this way. We sought love and affection and understanding. We sought relationship.

But we ran.

And eventually, somebody gets tired of running.

The pursuer runs out of energy. They cannot take any more rejection.

And so we turn… and find…

No one is chasing.

And we sit and nurse our wounds. We sit and brood over our loneliness. We ponder why in the world we have no one near. We wonder how we could be so alone in a world full of people. We ask how we got so wounded. We wonder why we fought when we should have embraced. We ask why did we keep out all lovers only to find that none remained?

And then He comes. The Last Pursuer. The Last Captor.
He never tires.
And the insults and hurts we dish out will not drive Him away.

As much as we try to run, we cannot outrun Him. We cannot evade Him. He knows our every hiding spot, and He knows our every weapon.

And still we try to use them. We dish out the hurt trying to drive Him away. We go crazy at His pursuit. We scream. We yell for him to stay back.

If he gets to close, it will just hurt again. Stop the hurt! For the sake of all, stop the hurt! Stay away from my broken wounds! Quit chasing me! Quit seeking me!

But don’t stop. Don’t quit. Don’t leave.

Because if you do… I have nothing left. No one will come after me if you are gone. If you quit, then I truly have nothing.

But stay away.

But come close.

Keep away.
But love me.
But keep away
But show me I am worth your time.
But do not come any closer… do not hurt me again.
But heal my hurts

Such a paradox. It’s a wonder He keeps chasing us. With this bait and switch game that we play, it’s amazing He runs after us at all.

And yet His faithfulness does not depend on our fickle wills. He holds himself to some higher standard.

Something called Love.

So come closer.
Close enough to touch.
And maybe this time I won’t run away.
Maybe this time your gentle voice and your singing over me will hold me in place.
Maybe this time I will let my guard down long enough for you to touch and heal.
And maybe this time I will see you never intended for me to be broken.
Maybe this time I won’t run.

At least… maybe not as quickly.

Hold me close.
Whisper songs of love.
Remind me yet again
You have for me Purpose
Life
Truth
Hope
Love

And as fear creeps into me
As I am tempted yet again to run
To hurt
To hide

Let me feel your gentle hand again
Bare your palm and show yourself vulnerable
Show me that you have only my best interest in mind

And when I do not want to stay
Forgive me for fighting
Forgive me for lashing out
Please don’t stop chasing me
Even when I ask not to be chased

Never stop loving me
Even when I beg not to be loved
When I do things that should make you turn away
When my pride and self-absorption merit nothing but judgment

Continue to be faithful
Even when I am faithless
When I hide from all things sent by you
When I complain about opportunity
When I trample on grace

Oh Lord
I deserve nothing
I have nothing
I fear everything

Oh God
I am nothing

Why
Why am I so broken
Why have I failed so much

What has become of love
Why is it replaced with fear?

Oh Lord
Speak to me truth
Oh Lord
Show me love

And when I demand too much
Please continue to be gracious
Please remember your mercy
When I complain too much
Please remember your covenant
Please remember your Love

Oh Lord
Cause me to be what I can never otherwise become
Something worthwhile
Something of value
Someone with something to say
Someone who makes a difference
Someone who cares
Someone who is valued

Someone who can be chased
And caught

Cause me to be catch-able
Bring down my defenses
Stop me from running
Hold down my fear

And comfort me
With Love.

This is my article for the January issue of the Underground newsletter.

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Every writer has a bias. It's something that can't be helped. Your life experiences shape how you perceive events. This is especially true when it comes to reviewing something. For example, I am going to tell you that The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe is a great film. I would even say it is the best film I've seen this past year. However, I am an unabashed fan of the critically acclaimed book series about the fictional land of Narnia.

The movie follows the four Pevensie children (Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy) as they enter the magical realm of Narnia. Narnia is filled with talking animals, mythical creatures, and magic. The four siblings soon learn that the evil White Witch has ruled Narnia for the past hundred years, but the rightful ruler of Narnia, the lion Aslan, is preparing to defeat her once and for all. The children also learn that they may have a part to play in the battle against the White Witch.

Described like that, the film sounds as though it could (and would) be childish and prosaic. Talking animals? Mythical creatures? Children? It sounds more like a Disney movie (and Disney is, in fact, involved) for kids than a movie that appeals to a wide audience. Why has the movie been so popular?

Because the author of the books, Oxford scholar C.S. Lewis, was a Christian. His Narnia novels have Christian themes. The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe has a very visible allusion to Christ's sacrifice for our sins. Those same themes stay intact in the film. For those willing to see it, this film is for all intents and purposes a Christian movie.

For years, Christians have made noise about how terrible Hollywood films are. There are many reasons. For example, many films are filled with violence, profanity, sex, drugs, alcohol, and using The Lord's Name In Vain. These are things that Christians like to think they don't do. Many Christians do not practice those sorts of things and do not want to subject themselves to films that have those elements in them.

One big obstacle to making Christian films is the money involved. Regardless of what you're trying to say, releasing a movie as a "major motion picture" takes a lot of cash and ultimately needs to be profitable. Several years ago, Christian television network TBN amassed enough money to make their own film. It was hailed (mostly by people on TBN) as a major step forward and would launch a wave of family-friendly Christian entertainment.

However, the first film released by TBN was The Omega Code. In spite of their best efforts, the film only made $12 million domestically. The budget for the film was estimated at $13 million. While it's possible they turned a profit on the DVD sales, based on the box office figures the movie was a flop. Things only got worse from there. The sequel no one asked for, Megiddo: The Omega Code II, cost $26 million to make and made a whopping $6 million at the box office.

TBN indeed helped send Hollywood a message. That message was "Christian movies can't make money." Ideology aside, Hollywood movies are about making money. If your film cannot turn a profit, no studio is going to be interested in it.

So why did the TBN movies fail? While the movies were certainly family-friendly, they lacked the most vital thing any movie can have: a good story. People love stories. That's what films are supposed to be about. Any movie that is overtly ideological (be it Left Behind or The Life of David Gale) is going to fail unless it has an engaging story. The Omega Code had good theology. It had a terrible story.

Then in 2004 Hollywood star Mel Gibson decided to make a little film about Jesus' final hours. He called it The Passion of The Christ. Due to Hollywood's past experiences with faith-based films, they didn't want to touch it. So Mel financed it himself, and found an independent distributor to help him get the movie into theaters.

This movie was definitely not family-friendly. There was gratuitous violence everywhere. But it had great story. It was a resounding success. The film cost $55 million to make, and made more than $600 million. What TBN failed to do, Mel Gibson did single-handedly. He had Hollywood's attention and showed them that faith-based films can turn a profit.

Now more movies are being made that are Christian-friendly. The first Narnia film is a great example. It's not overtly Christian. No one ever says "Jesus." If you look, you'll see an amazing story that first played itself out 2,000 years ago.

Movies like this need our support. In addition, it's a film you really shouldn't miss. It is a win-win situation. Go see it now.

Yesterday was totally normal. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

December 26 is the return of normal life. Everyone (including yours truly) is headed back to work. Life resumes. The holidays are pretty much over, and December 26 is the day that the craziness of the holidays begins to subside.

It is a totally normal day. Nothing special or significant about it in any way. What could happen?

Good question. I only wish I knew the answer.

This Christmas Eve will be remembered as the one where my dad's pants fell off as he was trying to take a picture.

As you've probably surmised, my family is not noted for their hand-eye coordination.

My family usually opens some gifts on Christmas Eve. Tonight is no exception. My dad is going to record this on video. This has been done before, and it's not something I really mind. My question is why do we only break out the video camera at Christmas? Will we really care in 10 years what gifts we received?

I know that "the right answer" is that the interactions between us are what is important, but the only time the camera comes out is when gifts are around.

Speaking of gifts...it's time to open some! Peace.

In an hour or so I should be on my way to my parents' house for Christmas. Once there I'm sure I'll write a bit more in-depth about what's been happening lately. Or about something completely different. Who knows?

If I've done everything correctly, you should be able to post comments without having to modify your cookie settings. If it doesn't work, try again in a few hours.

However, if I'm wrong...the site will unexpectedly go down.

Merry Christmas!

I'm working on some technical stuff related to my domain name, so if this site is unexpectedly down, that's the reason why.

Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like going to a party and getting stabbed.

I believe that God is trying to speak to us constantly. The question is: are we open enough to hear Him when he speaks?

My biggest problem is not knowing if God is truly speaking to me, or if I'm hearing what I want to hear. Sometimes it's God. Sometime's it's not. It's always an adventure, though.

One thing I have noticed is that before God does something big in my life, there are signs that something is going on. One example is a few months ago when my hearing was temporarily restored. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew something was on the horizon.

Now something similar seems to be going on. It could be God. It could be me. I'm simply recording it here for posterity.

The first thing that happened is that my sister wrote a blog entry about Christmas. I read this entry on Sunday morning after I woke up and in spite of her warning at the beginning I enjoyed it. The last line in it is "And I learned that Christmas really is a time for miracles."

Neat story.

I woke up fairly early (for me) on Sunday morning, and felt like God was telling me to go to First Assembly's 9am service. Due to my job in Salisbury on Sundays I've been skipping church. Usually by the time I wake up the first service is over. Since I was up, though, nothing was really stopping me from going to church. So, skeptical as to whether this was God speaking to me or not, I went to church.

The message was really good. And the topic? Christmas miracles.

This is a really generic term. It's used every year. For some reason it's catching my attention this year.

Sunday night I went to bed and had a dream that was sort of odd. I'm not going to go into the details, but one of the people in the dream made a statement about coming to my parent's house on Sunday.

After waking up, I remembered that this upcoming Sunday is Christmas. I will be at my parents' house.

Today I was driving to a friend's apartment. I helped him sell some stuff on eBay and was going to pick up one of the items and mail it. On the way to his apartment I passed a church that has a huge sign. It always has a cheesy phrase on it that makes me cringe. Today as I drove by it I noticed they had changed the sign. It said "MIRACLES HAPPEN."

It caught my attention.

I got to my friend's apartment and started heading up the stairs. I glanced at the ground near the staircase leading to his apartment and their was a black doormat with the gold outline of a Christmas tree. In big white letters it said "BELIEVE."

All of these are normal, random events. They could mean absolutely nothing. It could simply be that my subconcious is latching onto these things because it's expecting something to happen soon. It may be that God is up to something. I honestly don't know.

There are a few areas in my life that I need a miracle. If one is about to happen, I'm not opposed to it.

Merry Christmas.

Ooooooh - stop

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Wherrre is my mind

Way out in the water
See it swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rocks
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Wherrre is my mind

Way out in the water
See it swimmin' ?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind
Where is my mind
Wherrre is my mind

Ooooh
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Ooooh
Ooooh

In years gone by I used to torment my sister for my own amusement. Nothing really awful...but I was bored. I've grown up, and those opportunities present themselves less and less. Today was one of those days.

My sister wrote this in her blog.

As you can see, I left a comment. Shortly after this, I noticed she was logged on to AOL Instant Messenger. So I began talking with her.

And we had a chance to disagree. Much fun was had.

Me: There you be
Jenny: yup
Me: what sort of "gifts" are you talking about in your blog?
Me: I kind of missed what you were saying
Jenny: spiritual gifts? I wasn't specific
Me: I know
Jenny: cuz specifics didn't come
Me: well
Me: give me an example of misusing a gift
Me: I can't think of one
Jenny: hang on...
Jenny: I'm thinking...
Me: Let's say you've got the gift of healing
Me: how can it be misused?
Me: "Hey, why'd you go and heal that person?"
Me: or evangelism
Me: "Hey, that person wasn't supposed to get saved!"
Me: :-D
Jenny: certain things of course
Jenny: like God can reveal something to you...and you're supposed to share it, but u don't
Jenny: or vise versa
Me: that would be vice versa
Me: a vise is a tool
Jenny: ur being smart again...
Me: that's simply being disobedient, I think
Jenny: :-)
Me: not misusing a gift
Jenny: well, how about abilities...
Me: like?
Jenny: let's say God wants you to minister with music...
Jenny: and u don't use it to glorify God
Jenny: you're misusing it
Jenny: it's there...it's a gift...but it's not being used right
Me: I drive a Pontiac
Me: it's a car
Me: but it's made by Pontiac
Me: I'm sure I am going places that the makers of my car never thought I would go
Me: but wherever I go, people can tell where my car came from
Jenny: but a car is made for transportation
Me: Even if I join an anti-Pontiac parade and talk about how much I hate Pontiac
Jenny: they don't care where u go
Me: the fact remains that Pontiac made my car
Me: whether I acknowledge it or not
Me: and again...your example comes down to obedience
Me: someone choosing to use their talent for an anti-God purpose
Jenny: but it's still a gift being misused
Me: no...
Me: misuse is if I use my Pontiac as a baseball bat
Me: which is kind of impossible
Jenny: u can use it as a battering ram
Me: it may not be the intended purpose
Jenny: beat up that garage door
Me: but it will do ina pinch
Jenny: but that's misuse
Me: according to who?
Jenny: me
Me: well then, that settles it

I feel so enlightened now.

Check this story out.

I woke up this morning with an ooooooold Carman song in my head. Then a few moments ago as I was getting ready for bed it came to me again. So I am recording this for posterity.

God don't care
What the circumstance
Or even if the future's looking dim
God don't want
Some big old song and dance
He just wants your faith and trust in Him

Maybe God's trying to tell me something.

<sarcasm>The question is...what? What a difficuilt message to discern. </sarcasm>

I began Christmas shopping today.

To the critics of the war in Iraq (not that any of them visit my site) that say the US needs to pull out as soon as possible, I present this story as proof that Iraq isn't ready to operate on its own quite yet.

And for those of you that think I may have something against the military, I leave you with this quote.

"Cowards cut and run, but Marines never do."

My web site has not been updated in a long time. Any suggestions?

The problem with faith is that you look pretty foolish as you're waiting for whatever you're waiting for. There are a ton of examples in the Bible that demonstrate this.

Take Noah, for example. One day he's out minding his own business when God speaks to him. And it's not your normal, everyday "Hey, how's it going?" God says that he's going to wipe out mankind. And that if Noah wants to avoid it he should build a huge boat. So Noah starts building.

One prevailing opinion is that there were no oceans back in that time. If this is true, then Noah must have looked insane to be building a boat. No, this can't be right. There had to have been large bodies of water, or else Noah wouldn't have known what a boat was. I'm sure Noah still looked crazy, though.

Imagine, if you will, that one day Noah is working on his boat and a neighbor comes by.

Neighbor: Good day, Noah.
Noah: Hello, nameless neighbor. Whassup?
Neighbor: Oh, I was just going for a stroll and noticed you're building an obscenely large boat. What's up with that?
Noah: Oh, God told me he's going to destroy the earth.
Neighbor: Noah, you're such a kidder! So really, why are you building the boat?

It doesn't say that Noah questioned God or had moments of doubt, though I'm sure he wondered. What an insane thing to have God tell you. "I'm going to destroy the earth." It sure beats anything He's ever told me.

Or take the case of Abraham. God promises that he will have a son. There is so much in this story that I really don't have time to go into right now. God continually speaks to Abraham about this impossible thing, each time being more specific. First he says "You'll have a son of your own body." So Abraham's wife convinces him to sleep with her handmaid, Hagar. She conceives and bears a son, whom Abraham names Ishmael.

After this God speaks to Abraham again, saying "You're going to have a son through your wife." By this time Abraham was old. His wife was old. And God is promising this impossible thing. Throughout this, Abraham believes God. He has faith. And he puts it to work by sleeping with his post-menopausal wife. A miracle happens. She conceives.

James writes about this. So does Paul. James says that if you really have faith about something, then this faith will require to to take action. Paul writes that Abraham was able to face facts, realize that what he hoped for was impossible, and still believe God.

Abraham must have looked foolish. He was insanely rich, but had no heir. His chief servant was in line to inherit, and suddenly Abraham starts talking about how he's going to have a son. I'm sure people thought of him as a doddering old man that had lost his marbles.

Then again, it seems as though both Noah & Abraham did not care what people thought of them. They both believed. They both put their faith to work.

Perhaps this is my problem. I care too much about how things will appear to others. This is not a problem I see myself as having, but as I read what I've written here, I notice that I mention "other people" in each of the above examples.

Why were they right? How were they able to believe and hold onto that belief for years until what they hoped for (okay, perhaps "hoped for" isn't correct in Noah's case, but you know what I mean) came to pass? They had faith. They believed. But it was more than that. You can have all the faith you want in anything. For example, you can believe that the sky is actually a deep purple all you want...but you would be wrong.

These men had faith because God spoke to them. They held onto what God had told them. In the end, they were proved correct. This is what makes the difference. God speaking. Promising. The ultimate test of your faith, I suppose, is if God is behind what you are believing.

Whenever I believe God about something, this question always comes up. "Is it God? Is it me?" There comes a point where you have to quit questioning yourself and just believe. Faith is faith because you don't know for sure. You believe, yes, but if you had what you were believing, then it wouldn't be belief anymore.

This is all stuff that I've been trying to get sorted out for a few days now. I feel as though God's been speaking to me about all kinds of different things, and it's been sort of an overload. Faith is just one area. I shall mention other things in the entries to come. For now, though, this shall do.

There has been a lot going on in my head lately. It feels like there is so much going on that I can't keep track and so I'm getting confused.

Where to begin? Were this The Sound of Music, Julie Andrews would tell me that the beginning is a very good place to start. And then we'd sing a song. On key, naturally, since it was a musical. Oh what a wonderful life that would be.

Don't even ask where that tangent came from. I'm tired, and consequently not thinking straight. Actually, I've felt as though it's been difficult to think clearly all day. This is not how I like things to be.

Today has just felt like an odd day.

I've just decided to not write about what I want to write about. It requires clear thinking, and for some reason that's just not me today. I am sure I shall be thinking more clearly tomorrow. Or Monday. When I am, I'll write about what is on my mind.

Scripture has been jumping out at me lately. I've been reading James and 1 Peter. Mostly James. James talks about living out your faith...that what you believe influences how you act. If you would like, you can view the passages I've been perusing here, here, and here. More is on the way, my loyal visitors. But it's not on the way this evening.

My web hosting company decided to charge my old credit card number. The charge did not go through, obviously, and since all my information was outdated, they couldn't get in touch with me. The deadline to pay was apparently yesterday, and since I didn't pay they suspended my account.

So if you tried to visit yesterday, that is why you got the "Suspended Account" notice.

But all is well. There is plenty swirling around that I should write about, but I'm not sure when we will get to those things. Depends on how busy I am.

Ciao.

Since all the cool people read this blog, naturally they have interesting things of their own to say. My exfoliating buddy Tracy has written an insightful piece about soccer moms, and I list it here because she has no blog (yet) of her own.

Ok, so you liked my last rant on the SUV soccer moms bringing kids to private school? Actually now with gas going up to $3 a gallon we really should feel bad for the people driving the SUV. But that's not my rant...my new rant is ridiculously long stinking answering machine messages.

The people with 5 kids that all need to get their voice on the answering machine. Or the people (God bless 'em) that give you the salvation message over the answering machine along with each family's personal cell phone because they run a business.

I am not heartless but please give me the option to bypass all of this. Your kids are cute and I love to hear their little voices...but oh goodness not when i have 50 phone calls to make! Aaaaahhhhh, and I am saved! Can people have an option on their phone to bypass that message? Sort of like this "Thanks for calling the Breslin house, leave a message and we will call you back. If you are not saved, press "1." If you are saved, press "2." Ok....sorry I just have to call a lot of people today and answering machines drive me nuts...acutally the rant is much better in person...

Ah, Christians crack me up. Leaving the salvation message on your answering machine. I highly doubt that someone is going to call your house, hear the message of Christ on your answering machine, and decide right then and there to give their life to Him. I mean, can you imagine when the person talks about how they came to faith?

"So, I was calling the Breslins and they weren't home. The answering machine picked up, and they said 'If you don't know Jesus, press 1.'

I had no idea who this Jesus character was, so I pressed 1.

After a moment, I hear 'Okay, have you seen The Passion of the Christ, that Mel Gibson snuff film? Well, it really happened. And the guy that got crucified, Jesus, was God's son. He did miracles and stuff. If you ask him to forgive your sins you'll go to Heaven, instead of Hell, where sinners go. Repeat this prayer after me: Jesus, I have sinned, please forgive me because I don't want to go to Hell. Amen. Leave a message after the beep.'

Well, during that 30 seconds, I tell you I was convicted of everything wrong I had ever done. I was so overcome with emotion that I think all the Breslins got on their answering machine was a lot of weeping and moaning as I repented of my sins. Actually, I think I forgot to leave a message."

The moral of the story? Sharing your faith should be a personal thing...not something you do via answering machine.

Nights like tonight show me that even if things don't work out the way I want them to, I can still be where God wants me to be. I guess it's that whole "Sovereignty" thing.

I'm beginning to think that God may really know what He's doing.

What an epiphany, eh?

Wasn't looking for this Windows Media File, but came across it anyway. It's hilarious.

Of course, this one is funnier.

Just so we're clear...I absolutely hate drama.

There shall be no comments on this post. Any comments about this issue on other posts will be deleted. Don't e-mail me. I'm not looking for input from anyone, defenses, explanations, or really anything related to the current drama at hand. Simply know that I do not like it.

I love December.

Sometimes.

For me, December is the official start of winter. And the Christmas season.

I think this year I'll be looking forward to Christmas. Not because of the gift-giving...but just because it's a nice time of year.

Questions for the masses: what do you like best about Christmas in general? What are you looking forward to this year?

I worked last night, heading to bed at 6:30 and setting my alarm for 11 to meet someone at 11:30. I am using a computer that belongs to him, and he needs it for a few days. When I get up after 4.5 hours of sleep, I find that he has called me 4 times and left me a voicemail message to boot. I call him back to find out where he wants to meet. Except his phone is busy. I call back over and over. Still no answer.

So I begin to load the computer into my car, figuring I'll drop it off where his wife works. After everything is loaded, he calls me. He wants me to meet him on the opposite end of town "if it's close" to my house. It isn't close, but I tell him I can go to his location anyway.

Then he asks me about some work I'm doing for his small business on the computer in question. I tell him it isn't finished because the requirements keep getting changed on me. He then asks if I can hurry and get everything done by Sunday. He repeats the phrase "hurry it along" several times, and finally I tell him that I'm not dragging my feet. He said he understands, and it isn't my fault, so he "forgives" me.

So he decides it is more important for me to finish this project I'm working on as long as I'm done with it by Sunday.

I set my alarm specifically so I could meet with this guy. I repeatedly attempt to call him but get a busy signal. Then when I finally...FINALLY...talk to him, he changes his mind.

I just love operating on four and a half hours sleep.