Ugh, Mondays

Did anyone else have a really difficult time getting out of bed this morning? Holy cats, did I want to sleep until noon.

Also, today is the anniversary of the birth of the saint whose name I used for confirmation. No, I didn't know that off the top of my head: Bartleby told me. What a strange practice that is, though. I distinctly remember randomly picking a saint (well, not random, I liked the name) and randomly making up a valid and churchy reason for the choice, all the while thinking about how nuts it all was. Why couldn't I receive the holy spirit as plain old me?

I'm not certain I did receive the holy spirit that day, btw. I think I was a heathen long before I realized I was a heathen. ;)

I love typos.

From a recent email:

Select “If you are already registered, chick here for workshop selections.”

*snicker*

Now, to walk down to the bank to make the deposit (a tad over a mile each way) or not? I'd probably have to count that as my lunch, but I can't do that. I've already slotted donating blood as my lunch break.

Hmm.

Not much, really.

No surprise

I know it's a bit like prognosticating after the fact, but I thought there was something hinky about this arrest. Seriously, the dude sounded like he'd been coached on just how to make his confession...

Nevertheless, he is wicked creepy.