Gluttony IS Still a Sin

This one will be short because I'm exhausted, it's late, and I still have shit to do. Last night I was so tired I actually had dreams about sleeping. About wanting to sleep, specifically. Even my subconscious doesn't want to play right now. I had to drag my ass out of bed this morning so I could go to school and get really really really stressed out to the point I wanted to cry, and then I solicited a pep talk from the only person that would know what to say. And that helped. But having someone with me to be the voice of reason proved to be one of the most valuable things I had today. Plus my credit card. And a truck.

And here's a shout out to all you religious jerks that insist on getting the family together to go out for an obnoxious Easter Brunch: Fuck You. If it wasn't for you jackasses stuffing your face to celebrate the Crucifixion, I could actually get some rest tomorrow (or actually later today). I hope you are all proud of yourselves. So, when I collapse tomorrow and have to be revived via the defibrulator and/or mouth-to-mouth, just think of me as the chick who wants to die because you are stuffing all that disgusting, sneezed-on, picked over, fru-fru morsels. I'm dying because of your gluttonous sins. Some things will never change.