A beacon of hope in the sea of dispair.
So I'd turn around and it's Saturday and I don't know where the week went and I have an essay due on Tuesday that I haven't really started (except that I have) and I went to the symphony and did some more homework and tried to convince my political science professor that yes, I really do have a learning disability and telephoned my cousin and got parcel and thought about becoming a professional poet (not that you can really go professional in that field) who only writes poems that obviously display certain characteristics like meter and alliteration. And I valued my sleep and sort of got the hang of voice dictation but sort of not, because Arabs are concerned with arid issues, obviously, and over time, our favor for firefighters has made us more developed as humans.