I want my mommy!

I don't feel good. I always want my mommy when I get sick. I am sure a boy would do, but neither of those are readily available options so I will just suck it up and take care of myself. I am getting pretty good at taking care of myself. I actually bought a thermometer today. Pneumonia, the flu, bronchitis... I've seen it all. Illness is running rampant here and it just continues to spread. My residence hall is nothing but a huge petri dish. It's disgusting!

My day consisted of three loads of laundry, Garden State (excellent), the last episode of Dawson's Creek season four, a short journal entry and conversations with Mom, Kerri, Eric and Travis.

Thinking about the disconnect between my faith in a sovereign God and my dependence on myself to "make the right decision." At what point to I just trust and stop trying to be in control? Can I?