9:19 a.m. - July 14, 2004
May my prayers be heard
I enjoy this silence inside my journal, find myself reconnecting to words without hesitance. My prayer flags are whipping in the breeze.
I'm worried that I've been taken regarding the front lawn. $1,300 bucks paid and nobody's working on it, no mention has been made of it, no sign of the crew. I'm humiliated that I am not a forceful man that gets things done appropriately, that I stand by helpless wondering what the hell is going on. Taken. I've been taken. It makes me feel downright pathetic.
