I'm still alive

I am a living testimony.
I could'a been dead and gone,
But, Lord, You let me live on.
I am a living testimony,
And I thank the Lord that I'm still alive.

Ever feel like you can't think?

That's what I feel like, a lot of the time. I think that I've confused my mellowing-out in the last few years to be a sign of my increasing stupidity. I'm not as passionate about issues, people, or concepts as I used to be, but maybe that's because my life has gotten better instead of worse in the last couple of years. My idea of a good time consists of being in pajamas, talking on my cell phone, and watching Law & Order marathons on TNT/USA.

But besides that, with an impending adventure on the horizon, I have something to look forward to, and to fear, and to dread. But, that's ok. Being able to look at movies or travel specials and to say, "I've been there before! Look, Ma!" makes me thrilled to be alive. Quiet afternoons with friends or locopops or drives through Hillsborough...

Yea. The Sweet Life.

By the way, did you hear about the man in the moon?


--I Got Life