A Tear For Togo.

After loosing my mind, I figured out my visa for going to South Africa. I learned that I would not be turning in the application until I returned from Togo. I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. And if a chicken gets its head cut off it will die, well this little girl just died. Now that I am so sick that I am told not to move from the couch. I have found that I still am in the mode to move. I need to learn how to stop and relax.
Since I am sick I will not be attending the S.O.A. protest next week in Georgia. I am trying to better my self so I could possible go, but the rents advice against it. I also have so much to do in the next month. I have to pack up my stuff and move, I have to finish my finals early, and I have to finish my portfolio for my internship. I think that this year I will be missing something that means so much to me. As the Rolling Stones would say, “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might fine you get what you need.”