Speaking of which... I'm making a meal of matzohs and the rest of the Cardinal Zin. Do I miss Communion on some weird level? Jews for the Pope. It occurs to me that all of my shocked angry expletives are sex and the sacred. Holy fuck was a bit too ironic for the situation. I miss the days of writing in bluetext and looking for Answers in.my.head. Whatever happened to when? This is awful and claws aren't responding. No ink interface for this girl tonight. Why must I drink time in little bottles?