Well-timed in a sense

The cusp of a new decade seems like as good a time as any to be beset by an existential crisis. But really there's no good time for an existential crisis. It has been a year since my last one, which is a better rate than my first twenty-odd years of existence, when the knowledge of the meaninglessness of said existence would cripple me every two weeks or so. Thanks, cocktail of psychoactive medication! But that's not much consolation at the moment. I'll just go back to bed, then, and hopefully be able to wake up for longer than an hour and a half by the time grad school starts.

More than just tip-toeing

I think I've become immoderate in my Calvinism. My heart positively delighted when during a video sermon John Piper bellowed, "If you get shot, God got you shot!"