I fell asleep, for once, at a heavenly-wonderfully early time and was in solid blissful sleep.... until about 1130, when I woke up DRENCHED in sweat because my room was 482973984 degrees. Argh. So I opened the window. No help. Rearranged some furniture so that I could rehook up my fan. Well, that's all nice and dandy, but now I'm worked up from physical labor and DYING of thirst.
So I toss a robe on over my tshirt and tromp downstairs and decide to check my email... and had a nice halfhour long chat with idioscosmos. He rocks. Rumor has it that he rolls, too.
But, um, yup.... I guess this post really had no point, except that a random heat wave in my bedroom caused me to wake up from dreams of half naked men vampires. The dreams were a bit.. uneven, though, as the "soundtrack" playing in the background was my women's ensemble singing "Psalm 22"... Quite... not sexy.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
So far from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer
All who see me mock me
“He trusts in the Lord
let him deliver him;
let him rescue him, for he delights in him!”
I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint;
my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
I can count all my bones
they stare and gloat over me;
they divide my garments among them,
and for my clothing they cast lots.
Well, you get the picture. Not exactly the best background music for a possible boom-wacka-choo dream.
My favoritest part about singing this is that the sopranos sing "He trusts in the Lord", and due to a typo, it looks like it says "He THRUSTS in the Lord." Idiotic giggles ensue whenever someone forgets, ESPECIALLY when it's the teacher.