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... God is great!

Well, yes He is, but this is not the Colin Buchanon countdown. Oh no siree. It's the official how-many-days-do-I-have-to-keep-going-to-work-until-13-blissful-days-away countdown. Woohoo! And for the record - it's 8 more working days.

At long last, the cloud has lifted, the light at the end of the tunnel is growing brighter, the break of day is seeping through the neverending night, yada yada yada. I seriously can't wait. I'm suffering from a distinct case of the lack of motivations. One last burst of energy. Just 10% more to go and then we've completed all our deadlines. (yes, I'm giving myself a pep talk - don't you guys do that??)

Let's see, on my short list of things to do, I have: drive to the Mountains for a couple of days to bum around and do nothing; sleep in at home, then bum around and do nothing; have late brunch with a couple of friends, then bum around and do nothing. Methinks I'm particularly looking forward to the bumming around doing nothing part of the whole scenario.

I've been watching more Canadian Idol than Australian Idol this year. I've got no idea who's in our top 12, but am loving Canadian Eva Avila. She reminds me a bit of Kelly Clarkson, but she's a bit more refined and funky. Here's her final performance from the final 2 show (it's an Alicia Keys song, for those who don't know it). Enjoy!

I love Scrubs. Here's a moment from the beginning of Season 4.

Wow, this recent article takes me back. I remember the shock when I first heard about it 2 years ago, through friends of friends - the email chain that spreads like wildfire when it concerns the deeply hilarious or deeply tragic.

Tristan was someone I knew through school and Christian circles. We graduated from "cousin" schools in the same year, but we'd also crossed paths through debating, drama, prefect functions etc. It seems that each year, more and more people are diagnosed with clinical depression. Parents, school children, high flyers, under achievers, rich, poor. It's a disease that knows no discrimination. It especially touches a core in me to know that for Christians - even the imperishable hope of heaven is sometimes not enough to pull away at the murky greyness that depression overcasts your life on earth. Or perhaps, it is the only thing that makes sense.