You know what? I hate it when people self-mutilate. It's stupid. It's gross. You're draining your life away from God. How asinine.

And...niehehehe. Can't tell you how pleased I was when Netherlands won Sweden on penalties. Yessss. Yummy. I yelled and gestured at the darn TV set too many a times and I totally forgive Cocu for missing the penalty. Because Van der Sar saved the penalty after that. And where did Overmars disappear to? Strange. But anyway, The Netherlands won. And during the halftime I played the piano. Yes. In the middle of the night. But no one could hear. But I still played.

Does Jesus Care

Does Jesus care, when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth and song
As the burdens press and the cares distress
And the way grows weary and long?

Chorus
Oh yes, He cares—I know He cares
His heart is touched with my grief
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary
I know my saviour cares.

Does Jesus care when I've tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong
When for my deep grief I find no relief
Though my tears flow all the night long?

Does Jesus care when I've said "goodbye"
To the dearest on earth to me
And my sad heart aches, till it nearly breaks—
Is it aught to His? Does He see?

By Frank E. Graeff, 1860—1919
Music by J.Lincoln Hall, 1866—1930