i'm back.
back to new york. back to having to plan more than one day in advance. back to checking my bank account online to make sure the cable bill won't bounce. okay, i'm depressing you. and i'm depressing myself.

i need to pray more.

seriously, what's wrong with me? why-- when i know that God hears my prayers; when i believe He answers them-- am i not constantly on my knees, pounding my chest and crying out to the heavens? there's something wrong with me.