I'm on steroids this week. So, if you see me writing posts that are very mean ... well, that's why.

I have a huge problem with the faithometer view of life. I'm depressed right now. I have been sick with pneumonia for a few weeks. I got gratis (yes, a perversion of the latin word from "free" used to signify a fine or work detail) for failing roomcheck while I had pneumonia. I'm just saddened that grace has so little effect on how things work at this school. I'm sad that with 1000 christians college students in Toccoa there isn't any difference made in the community. I'm sad that with this many Christians no impact is being made. None. And then I get depressed.

And, since I'm depressed about that I get easily frustrated with how things are going. My roomate skipped all of his classes so he wouldn't be killed in a "spy-game" all campus activity. He isn't going to leave this room until the person he has is dead. I had planned to sleep most of the weekend so I would feel better, but - never mind. My best friends are both going away for the weekend. I have a test I didn't study for, 30 Bible Chapter summaries I didn't do, and a lot of sleep to catch up on.

Now, I'm on steroids so I can have a reason to be angry at the world.