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10 February 2003 (Monday): if clouds should gather

These are days when prayer seems apropos, but I don't know whom to pray to, nor what to pray for.

I got an invitation to join the Commonwealth Club, and I would have jumped at the chance were it not for the $100+ price tag of membership and my itinerant lifestyle for the next several months. (They've got Student and Senior categories. They need a Piss-Poor Twentysomething category.) An organization that invites Dick Cheney to speak one week and Al Gore the next? Henry Kissinger and Kofi Annan? I am so there. And the club offers weekday yoga classes. Check that out.

My dreams last night consisted of forgetting important things and only remembering them when they had caught fire, or been flattened on the highway, along with a great deal of shouting to be heard (to no avail) amidst a cacophony of voices. Apparently I need more stress in my life.

posted by enjelani @ 10:02 AM PST

Replies: 3 comments

i think there's a wacky $65 new member rate for the 21-35 set, yes?

posted by lauren @ 10 02 2003 01:07 PM PST

Urg. My dreams have been stress inducing too. Between dreams of needing to buy cheese right now to dreams of driving cars that I don't know how to operate and dreams of fiery explosive car crashes, I'm discovering that a boring life isn't so bad after all.

posted by wink @ 10 02 2003 11:32 PM PST

Late in life I discovered the kind of prayer in which I open myself to(the sound of)the Great Unknown with no requests whatsover.

posted by theo @ 11 02 2003 10:12 AM PST