![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Late night rambles posted from bed
Oct. 21st, 2005 02:33 amThere is something so very decadently lazy about lying in bed under blankets, pillows stuffed under your neck and shoulders, one knee arched... and balancing a laptop on said knee, listening to the whispers from cyberspace well into the night, the only light coming in from the streetlamps outside, the moon above and a bright cheery LCD.
It's beyond good to have working wireless again.
elsewise, I donno... I was considering going down to the big bad city this weekend, seeing as this weekend marks the one year anniversary of Mom's death and I'm sure the family's getting together cause we're a morbid bunch o blackfolk, but the very thought has my sanity and my bank accounts screaming. I might still go, but... gaaah. I'll say this though - if I do end up going and someone even hints that I'm going to spend any portion of Sunday at Anucha's church I'll be out of there faster than you can say "I'm the Pagan Rick James, bitch!" The three hour service I sat through last time I went home was enough reason to find an excuse to return to MA late Saturday night this time if necessary. Gospel and catching the spirit are all well and good, but it's a rather uncomfortable experience if your belief in Jesus only goes as far as "he was cool, pity about that capital punishment fetish the romans had at the time. Yeesh" and not far enough to march on up into a pointy building in a hat big enough to cover several counties only to fall into an aisle foaming at the mouth and yelling "Praise Him!!" every six seconds no matter what the minister was talking about at the time.
All making fun of blackfolk in church aside (and you know I'd look good in one of them hats, mmhmm), it really will have been a year come Monday. I don't really know how to feel about that. ( cue long depressing rumination on Mom's death )
It's beyond good to have working wireless again.
elsewise, I donno... I was considering going down to the big bad city this weekend, seeing as this weekend marks the one year anniversary of Mom's death and I'm sure the family's getting together cause we're a morbid bunch o blackfolk, but the very thought has my sanity and my bank accounts screaming. I might still go, but... gaaah. I'll say this though - if I do end up going and someone even hints that I'm going to spend any portion of Sunday at Anucha's church I'll be out of there faster than you can say "I'm the Pagan Rick James, bitch!" The three hour service I sat through last time I went home was enough reason to find an excuse to return to MA late Saturday night this time if necessary. Gospel and catching the spirit are all well and good, but it's a rather uncomfortable experience if your belief in Jesus only goes as far as "he was cool, pity about that capital punishment fetish the romans had at the time. Yeesh" and not far enough to march on up into a pointy building in a hat big enough to cover several counties only to fall into an aisle foaming at the mouth and yelling "Praise Him!!" every six seconds no matter what the minister was talking about at the time.
All making fun of blackfolk in church aside (and you know I'd look good in one of them hats, mmhmm), it really will have been a year come Monday. I don't really know how to feel about that. ( cue long depressing rumination on Mom's death )
