you see i cannot be forsaken

i am supposed to be mastering jeremiah.

i managed to get through half of what i was supposed to read, before i got distracted and wasted a good thirty minutes randomly looking at things on the internet.

"mea-aaaaghannnn..." the mocking inner voice strikes again.

i don't even wait to hear what it has to say. i fire up word perfect, and begin pounding out theoretical questions and possible answers about the comparasion of women to sin in jeremiah.