Jesus digs the Bass.

Once again I have found myself watching the clock. It's only 408 cst. I have just under 3 hours left before I finish up my work week. The weekend is still a mess in my mind of 1/2 made & 1/2 imagined plans. It will likely be the usual. Sitting on the couch until I fall asleep. Like I said before I don't have a lot of $$ to make a lot of plans this weekend. I would be content withgiving the next 3 hours of my life to God. Here is is Lord... take these 3 hours of my life and make it 7 already. I don't need them back. You can remind me of this on my last day on Earth and I will understand that I was selfish & gave you back 3 hours on May 4th of 2007. My mind is tangled. I am physically sitting at my desk but my mind is all over the place. A little bit is here, a little there, a little over yonder. The rain is coming down outside. That's nice. I bought a weeping willow and my hose pipe does not reach the side of the house. One of my co-workers just said, "look at the rain. Jesus is coming back. It's poring out there." Another co-worker replies with , "There's porn out there?"
The End.
Steph