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Friday, October 29, 2004

I give up

Ok, FINE, God, have it your way.

So, I guess I won't quit skool, given the vast forces that are being marshalled to keep me there. So far I've had random bits of scripture of the Be Not Afraid variety popping up, I've had people look me in the eye and tell me that it's not an option, and I've had really perky songs pop up in my random shuffle on Larry the iPod 2. Fine.

Of course, this means I get to practice my diaconal humility, aka grovel, because I have not done my homework. I think it will work out, though.

Although it does mean that I will not get to use my excellent post title, Deacon Skool dropout...go back to high school... but I'm providing it here for the Grease soundtrack song-bomb anyway. Man, I played that record into the fucking ground. One of the things that most scares me about parenthood is that I have some monstrous karmic payback waiting for my Annie phase. Let's see...if the current trend of pop-musicals keeps up, I can expect to be forced to listen to the original cast recording of Oops: The Britney Story until my ears bleed.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

sara whines

I still feel like crap on a stick. I'm staying home again today. I'm running a bit of a fever, and the tasks of taking a shower and getting dressed wore me right out. I drove Dennis to work because I hadn't been out of the house in three days and it seemed like a fun novelty.

I really need to get better, if only because I'm serving at all three services at skool this weekend. I get to read at two of them (I'm All Revelation, All The Time), and then I'm the crucifer/chalice bearer at the repulsively early service on Saturday. And I've never done that, so I have to get there even earlier for instructions. I think this will be the first time I'm ever been on time for the 7:45 service.

I'm feeling so discouraged still about skool. I mean, seriously, clerical collars aren't even a little bit flattering - is it worth this much work to wear something that will only draw attention to my incredibly short neck? For those of you playing along at home, this is probably Really Lame Exuse #2,384. I should just go write a paper or something. Or, more likely, take another nap.
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Monday, October 25, 2004

crank up the sympathy

I'm siiiiiiiick. My head hurrrrrrts. My body aaaaaaaaches. I can't breeeeeeeathe. Make me tooooooast. Nuke my heeeeeeeat pack.

Dennis is seriously a candidate for sainthood at this point.
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