Counting my blessings

Dear God,

I left all the money I had changed for the semester at home, only realizing it at the airport. I also left the keys to my luggage in my room. Thank you for ensuring that I had a backup plan which was implemented last semester, and for ensuring that I hadn't locked my luggage first before joyfully abandoning the keys to the care of my bedroom floor. It would have been rather unpleasant arriving without access to any underwear whatsoever.

Thank you for ensuring that it took 3 hours from the time I touched down to the time I set foot in my house. It will help speed up the evolutionary process where I sprout wings from my back and fly from place to place, thus obviating the need to resort to the (HA!) public transport system while saving the earth at the same time. Punky would be so proud.

Thank you for convincing the gas company to turn off the gas supply to our house. It saved me having to cook any meals at all, and hey, no washing up! I didn't have to worry about buying groceries either. Six-pack, here I come. Although I must say that I miss having showers which are not fifteen degrees lower than my body temperature. My extremities tingle when the sensation comes back after I step out of the shower. But, invigorating!

Thank you for causing LovesHerDog's car to break down just off the highway on my first day back at school. It gave me a chance to really test out the pretty new ballet flats that I bought. I've never actually had fluid-filled blisters before. They're fascinating. I've been told not to pop them. You teach me not to give into temptation.

Thank you for having my intended lab group screw me over once again, and pairing me with Mr. CuteButDim. I am forcefully reminded of the importance of holding a scalpel correctly, in case the blade snaps and goes whirling through the air like a little silvery shuriken of random blinding. I never knew you could actually pull muscles off a cadaver using brute force. Like the Scarecrow, I am reminded through your omnipotence that yes, some assembly is required and brain is not always included.

Thank you for having LovesHerDog use up all the toilet paper, detergent, garlic and meat that I had bought last semester. It teaches me not to sweat the small stuff, which I'm sure is one of Your commandments.

The trials and tribulations are worth it because I am once again riding on my Increasing Horse of Financial Debt and pursuing The Dream. And because in Your infinite wisdom and compassion, let me have the entire first season of House on DVD (CALL ME HUGH!!) from my local library today (can I get an "amen!"?)