Wednesday, March 2, 2005 | by nathan

Sunny day with movement happening outside the windows

Sometimes, especially when I’m writing, I feel like the veil is down, like whatever it is that separates us from God isn’t so thick and opaque. Last night I was writing a very shitty first draft of a new QAF and was listening to that Nichole Nordeman song, “Help Me Believe,” and I just started crying like a small child. Part of it was sorrowful, and part of it was thankful. Most of it was confusing, because I’m generally not a crier. I’m a whiner, sure, and a shouter, but not a crier. I was writing about how sad I sometimes get about Joel, and about money, and about sin, and I pretty much lost it.

Sometimes when this happens it leads to a good QAF. Sometimes not so much. We’ll see.

I got up today feeling like a million dollars, if not a little frustrated that I have to wait until at least Monday to catch the next “Carnivale,” which I caught up on last night. Thank the Lord for digital cable. I worked out this morning, and that always is a great way to start a day. I dropped my box on the way to Novel class, so I had to kind of improvise something to turn in my first 112 pages with, and I just realized I accidentally turned in two cover pages, but oh well. Mostly, I’m worried about the work, especially since we spent the entire class time watching “Throw Momma From the Train.” It helped me to laugh - albeit a little worreidly - at myself. I feel like I’m firing on all four cylinders today, but as you can see, I’m not working on my crack-addicted infant, because instead, I’m blogging.

I decorated Jonathan and Tish’s muggin box with a bunch of quotes and a funny drawing of my cat, Glory, and a few funny things to help me laugh at myself. This Saturday is KC Clifford at Galileo, so as a tribute I wrote the lyrics to the chorus of “Free Skipper” on the box, and because I’m in a good mood, I’ll copy them down here.

If Barbie were real she would be six-feet-one
And her neck would be eighteen inches long
And her measurements would be 41-16-34
My God - she’s deformed!
So how can other women perform?
Kill Barbie now - before it’s too late.
And Free Skipper!

Dude. Fuck yeah.

For those of you in the Oklahoma City area: Galileo at Paseo (the arts district), 9PM (but show up early, if not to get a good seat than to have a pint of Boulevard Wheat with me), and the cover is $5.

Current iPod song: “City of Blinding Lights” by U2. The more I listen to “How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb,” the more it excites me. People complain that it’s “formula” U2. But what a great formula to have.