between the owlet and my classes and senora seeger and my hair not wanting to do anything but be pigtails and the work i've done seeming to have been for nought and the tears i need to cry that just won't come, i realize how thankful i am for betania, jessica, the boy, and, most of all, for blessed assurance. it has, indeed, been a DAY, but it needs only to be that: one bad day amongst a plethora (yes, i know it is misused; c'est la owlet...) of great ones. Peace out, and, yo, it's okay to cry when you need to.