Surprise. I feel better now than I've felt in weeks (with the exception of the frustration below). Things that used to make my heart hurt for him no longer have an effect. I honestly cannot tell you what happened. I feel nothing, but I feel free. Explain it any way you want, but I no longer feel secretly cynical. I feel good.

Weird.

On the flip side, I also feel like crap. It seems (to an outsider) that I have been incredibly irresponsible this week. My dome light drained my battery because my seat belt secretly slipped into my door when I shut it, keeping my door open enough to leave my dome on for 3 days. My phone slipped out of my pocket at the movie theater and I couldn't find it. I have received repercussions for parking in places that were apparently illegal parking spots but weren't marked at all (one was a ticket, the other a tow. wtf, mate?!). And it appears I've developed a nack for slipping through the cracks. Mmm. It's getting rather frustrating and I can't wait to just leave Ames for the week. Frankly, I'm tired of it and could use a break. Not from anyone here (heaven's no!) but from general annoyances and little devils playing, "let's see how far we can push Danielle!" ~sigh~

God's been good throughout though, always giving me a loophole of hope and encouragement and even helping me find lost wrenchs before I realized they were missing (that's an interesting story). I'm hoping that the janitors discover my cell phone tucked into the seat. I'm hoping I can find a little leniency with Butch's (doesn't sound promising, does it? that's where God comes in) and maybe not have to pay the full fee (God knows I can't afford it). But it's all up to Him and I've got to trust He's got this under control.

After all, God is bigger than Butch.