The perils of skipping church
It was super hot here -- temps in the 90s, heat index over 110 -- and our (historic) church is not air-conditioned in the nave. So I wore a skimpy tank top and no bra because I am an established Altar Fainter and did not want to risk too many layers under the cassock and cotta.
Except that they had decided last week, when I was sacrilegiously sleeping in and playing hooky from the service, that we wouldn't vest this week. Alas, I had to sit up there in the chancel feeling half-naked. But I didn't faint! So there's that.
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I would swear that somebody was having loud sex in the apartment complex pool last night, except that it sounded so much like loud sex -- so terrifically cliche -- that I feel like it must have been something else.
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I think I am going to start a webcomic. I have been really at sea since we got back from the honeymoon and 4th Street, floundering in a number of painful ways, and I think a project, even a doomed and foolish one, will help. Anyway, there is such a shortage of poorly planned amateur webcomics on the internet. Practically zero. Won't somebody think of the children?
Except that they had decided last week, when I was sacrilegiously sleeping in and playing hooky from the service, that we wouldn't vest this week. Alas, I had to sit up there in the chancel feeling half-naked. But I didn't faint! So there's that.
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I would swear that somebody was having loud sex in the apartment complex pool last night, except that it sounded so much like loud sex -- so terrifically cliche -- that I feel like it must have been something else.
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I think I am going to start a webcomic. I have been really at sea since we got back from the honeymoon and 4th Street, floundering in a number of painful ways, and I think a project, even a doomed and foolish one, will help. Anyway, there is such a shortage of poorly planned amateur webcomics on the internet. Practically zero. Won't somebody think of the children?