got back from j 24:7. 4 day retreat.
awesome.
i will write pages and pages about the retreat at some later time. i took copious notes during the entire retreat. i guess i really am turning into a journalist. someone who keeps a journal, i mean, not a newpaper person.

i lost my voice sometime during the 2nd day of the retreat. it didn't help that i let 'er rip anyway during everything. when i open my mouth to talk, a wierd raspy whistling sound comes out instead. it's kinda cool, except that even that sound comes and goes, so that there just seems to be words missing in my speech.

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awesome eats:
there's this place that sells fried dumplings, 5 for $1, and fried pork buns, 4 for a $1. dude, tastes good, and CRAZY cheap. i feel like i stumbled on some ancient secret that only chinese people are privvy to.

location: across the street from congee villiage. (allen and houston)