The Vast Expanse of White
So, I'm suppose to write a post, as part of my Lenten obligation. But I'm tired . I didn't get enough sleep this last... week. Month, maybe. My brain is like oatmeal, and I'm using all the power I have to do my secular work. Writing a blog post is the last thing on my mind. I want to sit and listen to bad pop music and drink soda and eat Doritos and basically veg out. I actually have a playlist on youtube called "I do this to torture myself " which has the newest, worst songs I can find. "Tik Tok" bad. It's public, so you can look at it and mock me at your leisure. I simply don't feel profound. I don't feel like writing. So why am I bothering you with this stream of consciousness glimpse into my weakness and sloth? Several reasons. First, I gave my word. There's an obligation that I must fulfill, and whether I fulfill it well or badly, I am darn well going to fulfill it. Second, discipline. I think I'm too often ruled b...