redfirefaery

i went. old people tried to convince me to take communion (which i entirely expected). i sat or stood at all the appropriate parts. i even hummed along to some of the songs. but the whole time i was thinking why do these people need this every sunday to remind them of god?. honestly, the sermon was a little slow-i told my friend not to read from his typed pages, at least not word for word. he said i'm not the first to tell him that. he had a great story about temptation, about choosing his new cat, that he managed to put absolutely no personality into reading. he says it is because he is in the limbo between seminary and ordainment. he has to be able to immediately present exactly what word he has been spreading if any part of it is questioned by his authorities. bah! he can at least present his sermons like a conversation-he is great at it, i have heard him, i have seen what he writes. he has the potential to be a preacher that even i would like to hear. for now, i understand he has to play conservative, but man don't read it off the page like a robot! :oP
the church building itself was old and beautiful. it wasn't big, but everything was warm wood, overlooking balconies, back stairways, and hidden offices. i did stay long enough afterward to be given the tour. then i headed home...

where i put myself on the couch and stayed there, sleeping or nearly so, all damn day, while my brain raced around listing all the things i have to do to get ready to move. ugh i hate being like this! i want to not be this tired anymore, i want my doctor to get back to me on the blood tests i had done last thursday, and i want some course of action i can take to start feeling better! as it is, i think i'm getting used to being exhausted all the time. i don't feel as tired, but i also could go right back to bed and sleep all day. i'm sure sleeping 10-11 hours a night helps, but what a waste of time!

i should go get ready for work. it is amazingly inconvenient that doctor offices don't open until 9.