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I'm really just extremely tired, above all else. Helping the Engineer move into his new apartment this weekend, combined with a party at Stef's house, and the news about my mother. Well, it's all just served to make me want to crawl into bed and sleep for a few thousand years.

Tomorrow is the funeral for The Great Silverback. I'm attempting to juggle work and driving my mother in with this. So far, it seems like I may have a workable plan. But, given my luck...who knows?

boot to the skull

Overheard just now: "God is so good, don't you just love Him? The high you get off Him. Ain't nothing like it."

I'm going to break my boot off in someone's ass today. I just know it. 9:43 in the morning and she's starting with her shit already. I can't deal with this. Not today.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-religion. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a great deal of respect for religion and that I am a fairly religious person. I just have different opinions about what's right for /me./ Hence, all of my stories of Baron and the other lwa. Religion is one of my favourite things to discuss and debate and to pour over.

However, the WORKPLACE is not the place to fucking prostelitize (spelling?). I have no desire to hear some skewed version of the Bible while I'm trying to get my day's work done. This isn't a place to witness. This isn't the time to fucking evangelise.

Great.
She's fucking singing again.

*stomp stomp stomp*

I don't want to start trouble in this department. I don't want to be the person who complains about feeling uncomfortable or offended. I'm not the type of person who finds offense in the smallest mention of a mainstream religion like Christianity. But, I can't deal with this for much longer. I can't.

>:O

fifteen feet of pure white snow

It's snowing again. Yes, again.

I just went outside for a smoke break and it's coming down in the biggest fluffy clumps you could ever hope to see. I caught one on the sleeve of my coat and it looks to be about an inch or so across.

Craziness.

I hope the funeral doesn't get postponed again. Once is understandable. Twice is enough to make me start smacking my head against the nearest available brick wall.