Twenty-four oceans, twenty-four skies,
twenty-four failures in twenty-four tries.
Twenty-four finds me in twenty-fourth place.
With twenty-four dropouts at the end of the day.

Life is not what I thought it was
twenty-four hours ago.
Still I'm singing 'Spirit,
take me up in arms with You.'
And I'm not who I thought I was
twenty-four hours ago.
Still I'm singing 'Spirit,
take me up in arms with You.'

There's twenty-four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
with all my excuses still twenty-four strong.

But see, I'm not copping out
When you're raising the dead in me

Oh, I am the second man
Oh, I am the second man now
Oh, I am the second man now

And you're raising these twenty-four voices
With twenty-four hearts
With all of my symphonies in twenty-four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true

I wanna see miracles
To see the world change
Wrestled the angel for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
Singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'
You're raising the dead in me

-Switchfoot, "Twenty-Four"

Been stuck in my head for a few days. It may take something like resurrection for to me to maintain my current schedule. Busier than I've been in a while, which isn't much by some standards. Still, pretty busy. It would be easy to back out of my classes, and easy enough to justify. But... I want to be through with that.

Because there's a minute possibility that I might just be able to handle this. I know, I'm shocked, too.