It never fails.

Well almost never. Sometimes I'm up really late and I elect (badly) to just crash into a coma, no evening prayers. Often when this happens, I have some really fu*ked up dreams. Take last night for example. That was fun, it was vivid enough that I was convinced I was going to have to confess the real thing next time I'm able to make it to church up in Phoenix. I have got to raise the bar there and come up with a better prayer rule. That and going to bed earlier than 3:AM would probably help. Duh.

I'm a moron.


Alexey the Sinner.