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Nov. 9th, 2010 09:57 amWent to Mass for the first time in a coon's age, for an old high school buddy's baby's baptism. The homily was titled "There is no Daylight Savings Time in Heaven", which I didn't know was something that people were confused about, but in case you were: There ain't. It was also notable because the priest talked about a few things that are doctrinally correct but unpopular in modern American Catholicism -- that the Second Coming will herald a bodily resurrection, that is to say the dead will actually rise, and also the concept of Purgatory (which he never addressed directly or by name, but did heavily imply several times). I wonder if that's reflecting the recent wave of doctrinal conservatism that I've heard has been sweeping the Church.
In other news, I went to the doctor's last night and the phlebotomist was, I am convinced, an agent of pure evil. Either that or she was drilling for oil in my arm. I swear it felt like the needle came out the other side of my arm. Ow, I say, ow.
In other other news, I've gained much less weight in the last year than I thought -- only around four pounds, which considering the lax attitude I have displayed towards both diet and workout routine since the apartment fire is pretty remarkable, I must say. In all fairness, though, it's not just that I've put on weight, but also that my muscle-to-fat ratio has shifted. I'm flabby where I used to be firm. I'm trying to do something about that now, but of course it's a lot harder to climb back on the horse after it's thrown you than it would have been to just stay on top of it in the first place.
In other news, I went to the doctor's last night and the phlebotomist was, I am convinced, an agent of pure evil. Either that or she was drilling for oil in my arm. I swear it felt like the needle came out the other side of my arm. Ow, I say, ow.
In other other news, I've gained much less weight in the last year than I thought -- only around four pounds, which considering the lax attitude I have displayed towards both diet and workout routine since the apartment fire is pretty remarkable, I must say. In all fairness, though, it's not just that I've put on weight, but also that my muscle-to-fat ratio has shifted. I'm flabby where I used to be firm. I'm trying to do something about that now, but of course it's a lot harder to climb back on the horse after it's thrown you than it would have been to just stay on top of it in the first place.
