Dec 09, 2007 21:20
I woke up this morning at eight thirty. I didn't want to get up. I went to sleep at six thirty the day before. I climbed further into my pillows. I found the softest, coolest one and put my face into it. And then I realized that there wasn't any music playing and I got up and turned up the music and went to pee.
And then I came back and I didn't want to go to church. I did some internet things for a little while and then fell back into bed. The blanket was still warm. I closed my eyes and I didn't need to open them. I picked a different pillow. I curled and listened to death cab.
I said to God "I'm a horrible person. I'm too tired of everything. I should go to church but I can't. I don't know how anyone does anything."
Just before the world fell away, my mom woke me up and I got ready for church. When I stepped out the door, I realized it had started snowing on the first time I've gone to church in months.
Hours later, Nash spills soda in my car and now the floor is sticky. u_u;