Last night, a seminary prof called me a heathen (in a nice way, we were kidding around), and then proceeded to invite me to a prayer breakfast. Whatever my current views on faith, I do know that going somewhere voluntarily for 7:30 AM is clearly blasphemy. Also, when someone tells you fairly soon after meeting you that they used to be Christian (since he inquired), they're probably not going to show up to your prayer breakfast. Just a little tip, from me to you.

Tomorrow morning I have a test, and it is only worth 20%. Really, so far as I can tell, I already have at least a 70% in this class, so if I pass... that's an A in the course. This does not inspire me to study very hard. Sad, but oh so true.

There's a Buddhist temple up the road that offers free yoga and meditation sessions, and I'm going to check them out. Yoga's been recommended a lot, and meditation is often said to be extremely good therapy for people with anxiety disorders — like me! There's something about learning not letting your frantic thoughts control you that seems quite attractive. One of my roommates' friends goes there and says it's good, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's strange, but three years ago, that would have been totally unthinkable. I remember having friends quote Buddhist stuff to me and me feeling uncomfortable with it, in a haughty "that isn't my religion, so it must be deception" sort of way. It's nice to be free to try new things without having to check them against a list of inflexible doctrines first. Buddhism isn't quite atheistic, but I'm kind of flexible on that. The whole "the universe is god" thing doesn't always seem incredibly useful to me (why not keep it simple and stick with "the universe"?), but I'm willing to consider it.