I’m propped up in my bed now to type this. This night could’ve become a disaster, but it worked out to be a good thing. I got home from work at 7:30 PM and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner. I was so tired from traveling and being “on” at the training conference, I had no energy to do anything but lay on the couch and watch re-runs of “Seinfeld” for an hour and a half.

By 9:00 PM, I felt like crap. My girlfriend is out of town, my friends are somewhere else, and it just made me sad. So I pulled myself out of the couch and decided to fight the funk. I cleaned the kitchen: dishes, the counter, sweep, and mop. I did two loads of laundry and ironed three shirts and two pairs of pants. I cleaned my room, my bathroom, and the closet.

Since I was the only one in the house, I didn’t mind praying out loud while I worked. I pretty much just explained to God that I felt like crap, and I needed him to help me overcome my emotional junk. I rattled off prayers for a whole hour it was cool. I feel better now. Time for bed.