i'm up in knots because i have to go to confession tonight & i don't know what to say when i get there. there is this vast/vague feeling that i am
not working on the things i should be, or that by now i should have figured out what it is i am supposed to be doing, & i should be doing it. somehow though this is not the thing to say.
i have only been half-heartedly examining my conscience. should i confess the half-heartedness. (i doubt it.)
chris said, "confess your impure thoughts."
i said, "i don't feel any contrition about them."
jeff said, "impure thoughts. bah. human thoughts."
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i can hear bean stirring, in the other room. (i can also hear birds outside. yesterday i could hear them building nests on the roof over the back deck. [yesterday i could also hear the people in apartment 4 having sex. i could have turned up the volume on my stereo, why didn't i.]) i will bring her orange juice & we will settle in for a long stint of daytime television & juice & tea.
