caffeine diary

It's exactly like a kid unable to sleep on Christmas Eve because of Santa, with three important exceptions:

1. Unlike Santa, Easter is real.
2. Unlike Santa, Easter has already come.
3. Unlike the kid, I have to drive to church tomorrow.

Breathing? Didn't help. Praying? Didn't help. Able to think about anything that isn't Easter and how amazing it is? Notsomuch.

Hot. Itchy. Uninspired. Hot. ITCHY. Uninspired. "Evolution" part 1 was on this morning, and I recorded the last three-quarters of it. (Though wasn't really inspired to watch that much, though did catch Jack's "live long and prosper," which, squee. Though felt, more than I usually do, that RDA was not having the time of his life but was mostly bored.)

Drank coffee this morning to avoid usual weekend headache. And woke up at 9:30 or so. See how good I'm being about this new "never staying up late again" regime? Though mostly it was because I was too itchy to sleep any longer.

There were at least two posts on the flist this morning that made me wonder about celibacy and wait-till-marriage. It always makes my head spin just a little and given how much I like to have a reason for everything? Makes me kind of, er, frustrated? And confused. hermionesviolin's post, and scrollgirl's post. (Which is actually fandom!kerfluffle related, but did make me think, so there ya go.)

Dad and I had an interesting conversation last night in which I pretty much repeated the discussion sk8eeyore and her flist were having about choosing a church home. I *heart* my dad.

( girly TMI stuff, even more TMI-y than initial TMI post )