Today, the bottle is mostly filled with water. It's almost funny how the bottle is reflecting my inner state of being. I am satiated, and I am quenched, and I am not so desperate for what I want. I am, just like the spider plant across from me. I am. Sleep and whims play tug of war with me as the rope. I, like Musa's staff, transform into a monster serpentine and crush the whims and the uncalled-for sleep in my coils. Well, that's what I hope to do anyways; studying isn't always easy. Remember, always: God is great; ask of Him, all that you seek. He is your solace; by Him, you will be freed. Find Him, you will have all you need.