My senior thesis on Titanic sank into the abyss of an erased disk last night. I was totally upset, for I was almost finished with the dozens and dozens of pages I had been perfecting all semester. Sarah tried to comfort me, but instead ran off to Dairy Queen and didn’t even invite me. Why am I with this girl who treats me like crap? Why do I love her so much?
Anyway, I should be okay, but I talked to Doc and Steve and they are going to extend my deadline and allow me the time to rewrite everything. Thank you God.
This is not my life, it is yours. I’ll just show up and worship you.
Thirty-three days remain.
Oh Jesus, you are all I have.
