.exams and moving floors

Currently preparing for my last abstract drawing class of the year. I wish that I had applied myself more, but realistically speaking, it was probably my best class of the semester.
Today I feel almost sick with loathing for my own body. I know that biblically speaking that can't be justified, but I can't seem to shake it.
My plans for the night are being held in suspended animation by Conor. Last night it was set in stone that we were going to Ajax to hang out with his family tonight, and I was looking forward to it. Then he changed his mind and we were going downtown to Tango's. A viable plan, and I'd have fun. A half hour ago he changed his mind on that once more and said we'd probably be going down to Paul's house for some wine with his Windsor friends. I expect he'll change his mind again before the day is out, so I told him to just make a decision and tell me five minutes before we left. That might save me being unhappy with every change in what I thought were perfectly fine plans.
I apologize for the downer tone. Want a good note? Go to www.wesleyacres.com/news.htm and check out the great comments the kids made on how God worked through the 24/7 prayer room. It'll make you smile, I guarantee it. If you want some cool pics of the prayers the kids wrote in the mural, I'll send them to you.