Delirious Thanksgiving

Thank you God for getting me through this night.
Thank you for helping me to get my theology paper done, even though I (kind of) only started writing it last night.
Thank you for answered prayer for not only reaching the minimum ten pages, but exceeding it by two, as well!
Thank you that, regardless of how I felt about my paper, I had the opportunity to learn more about You and Your wonderful complexity.
Thank you that I felt my paper was pretty decent.
Thank you for keeping me on task the entire night.
Thank you for not letting me go on Facebook once, but allowing me to completely concentrate on my paper.
Thank you for giving me that extra thirty minutes between classes to haphazardly throw in four additional sources, something I desperately needed.
Thank you for keeping me alert for all my classes today, despite not having slept all night.
Thank you for keeping me awake and alert all night.
Thank you for Koby Krikac.
Thank you that, even though I'm exhausted, I can praise you at the end of my day.
Thank you that it's Friday.
Thank you that I don't have to work today.
Thank you that I can take a nap.
Thank you again that I can take a nap. I'm really tired.
Thank you that I'm not so delirious that I can't give you thanks.
Thank you that even though I've very tired, I'm feeling better than I have in a long while.
Thank you, God, for providing for my every need.
Thank you.

Cats Killed My Parents

Detroit Police Department
Evidence File # 962JT700-1
Filed: November 24. 2012
Category: Recovered Journal Entry
Subject: Adrian Henske
Date: Unknown/Unspecified

Cats killed my parents 37 years ago. There hasn't been a night that's gone by that I don't think about it. Revenge has consumed me. My innocence is gone. My single, solitary thought is bent on finding them. I'll do whatever it takes...

I've begun taking on particular behaviors to try to get inside the mind of a cat. I groom myself by licking my hand and patting my hair down, then repeating this process several times. Yeah, I know it's not very sanitary. Sometimes I wake up with a bad hair day, and no amount of saliva can get my hair to stay down. I don't know how they do it, but I think I'm getting closer...

Questions haunt me. Why cats? Where have they gone? How do I find them? I don't know! My Kitten's Mittens® scratching post provides me little relief from this never-ending torment.

I know what they say. They try and tell me that a cat's average life span is 15 years, and that the cats who killed my parents couldn't possibly be alive today, but there's just something in my gut, this sick feeling, something I can't ever get rid of, that tells me they're out there somewhere, walking around, meowing, occasionally falling off things, yet landing on all fours. Yeah, they're out there all right. And I'm gonna' find them...

End of journal entry.