O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to Thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art!I got distracted by actually studying for once. And watching Robin Williams DVD's (I love that man's comedy) and eating baked Brie and warm honey wheat bread from the Mill. And reassembling Lily's clothing because she's wearing the shirt that ties shut. It's been a good day. I'm almost caught up on notes for the next Path exam. Just have to get through the section on joints and all the shit I'm about to get slammed with tomorrow. Finishing bones and another two hours of GI lecture. Lymphocytic leukaemia and lab in the afternoon. Rachel likes GI. I...bleah. Not fascinated. Still on the same day in the Mage campaign, so no more journal entries to write during class. Maybe I'll start one anyway. I've got three sessions to work into it anyway. And a Seeking coming up. Yay. Perhaps I'll work on Ishmael. Or something else. Perhaps I'll write poetry. I like poetry. Two weeks until the Axim's scheduled delivery date. Then I can play with my toy in class. And get the wireless networking working on it too. I can't wait. Tomorrow maybe the mortgage woman will e-mail me back, and I can find an afternoon to skip classes and go do paperwork. Angel - best not forget to do your car registration. Or to call the youth around Wednesday and see if we're really going to get a youth choir chimes group together. Sounds fun. Somebody wait a day or two and then tell me if http://www.immortaltwilight.com works. It better. I'm tired of being techy. How great Thou art!
Sunday, February 09, 2003
Thoughts for the day.
Woke up this morning to find a note from dad. "Matt and Nykki - can't access e-mail from downstairs computer." Jotted a note on the whiteboard. "Dad - change e-mail server IP address to 192.168.131.42 to get mail." Whoops. Forgot that we'd had him on IP on the old 10. network. When we move, I'm going to either have to run an IMAP server for security or lock POP3 to his IP only. Angel says I'm too anal about security. I say I'd rather have to unclench the firewall than attempt to remove someone's firmly-lodged 'fuck you' from the server's back door. Tranquillity doesn't like being raped.
Choir sang "How Great Thou Art" at church. False start (stupid pitch pipe) but we sounded pretty decent. If I get motivated, maybe I'll post the MP3. I had something to say about "How Great Thou Art" and what it means to me. Maybe I'll finish it later.
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