The Sunday Morning Sleep In

i woke up too late for chruch damn me! i hate planning on going to church and then not going. all night i asked everyone, "hey you goin to church tomorrow," as if to make it very clear to everyone that i was planning on going. i think about all my friends standing in a sunny white cathedral, wearing their easter best, and holding hands, smilling and singing along with todd proctor or something. there's all these old people who are oddly spry, dancing around with little children and micah with flower things on their heads. then afterwards they all skip off to go eat some supper yummy food together at souplantation. then when they get home at like two in the afternoon i'm still sitting on the couch in my underwear with eye crusties and bed hair, staring blankly at the wall trying to think of what to do. they'll say, 'oh.... hey.... i thought you went to a different church or.... something?" thinking hard to cover their forgetfulness "you should have called us silly!" then i'll laugh and say "oh hahaha no don't even worry i kinda wanted to do my own church this week. you know, like a one on one type of thing."

on a different thought, i saw Stardust last night and it was absolutely fabulous!
im off to go stare at the wall.
hi ho