It's incredibly hard. Everyday I tell myself I'll do it right and then I don't. It's not surprising of course, when the evil one is working hard and I'm not even geared up for battle, that I find myself losing. Why should I be so surprised, really. But I can't seem to get my lazy bum moving. PLUS I can't get rid of the habit of punctuating many sentences with a condemnation of something or someone to hell. Or I can, but it slips out when I'm not thinking, like when I'm hyper or something :/ Of course, lots of stuff I say can be unglorifying. Shoot, time to start Bible study for good. Anyway, I don't really want to touch on the topic of the RI boys, but I guess, as dad aptly put it, this is the very reason why we thank God continually for our existence, and in good health.