morning out.

my bible study class was canceled.

again.

i am getting a little tiny bit miffed about this because (a) i need structure and if i don't have structure to study, sometimes i don't and (b) it's my bible study and i love it, and (c) since it bears repeating, i need structure and a schedule and if i don't have that, either, then i am all over the map acting like i have no duties or obligations to anyone but m'sef. that could only mean only one thing:

lunch out with my best friend at a very cool restaurant in my old hometown.

no sooner did i walk into this little cafe that i actually thought of my friends dan and sparrow at lofted nest because they had poetry written in the door jambs and it was artsy and cool and i felt like i should have been smoking clove cigarettes and snapping my approval at a poet when he blew out a candle for effect at the microphone while the jazz band played softly in the background...

okay, that was from "so i married an axe murderer," but you get the idea.

then we went to an even cooler home consignment shop and next door florist and i now would like to totally switch the decor of my restaurant and have poetry readings and support local artists (like i do now, but am only supporting two and my customers aren't *geared* toward that, if that makes any sense).

i was going along with loving my little cafe and the sweet '50's enamel wear and tea pots and such (and daisies, truth be told) and now i am in the mood to revamp and go bohemian. how'd you think that'd go over?

this still doesn't address the fact that i was without structure and for the third week in a row, failed to do my homework because i found out about class cancelation yesterday. why put off reading the first three chapters of Revelation when you don't have to? i could have the entire book figured out by the time our next scheduled class rolls around.

or not...