Thank you, Jesus.

It has been National Hit on Mykala Week these past seven days. I kid you not. Phone numbers left by parking lot attendents on my car, being held by a young gentleman in Cosetta's lobby, a student telling me he was going to come back later just to sit and chat... creep-ay. Or is it? It's either really creepy, or it's just the good Lord reminding me that he loves me. I'm chubby and unattractive and he says "Here, my child, let me make you feel like the hottie that you are." Well, not in so many words, but basically...

Thank you, Lamb of God.