Let's see...
Started today's BS with a sermon regarding the crucifixion of Christ. When my boss gets to the part where the Jewish(?) priests wake Governor Pilate at the crack of dawn to have him crucified(you're welcome for this bit of religious indoctrination
), they don't want to enter the governor's palace due to it making them "unclean" and therefore unfit to eat the Passover feast, he goes off on how they're being so religiously narrow-minded and stick-up-the-assed(not
his words) about it. I'll give you a second, you'll figure out why I'm raging.
Okay.
Next he gives us a demonstration of what Jesus' torture might have been like, by whipping holes into a piece of cardboard with a shortened cat-o'-nine-tails he made from from household materials. Actually, that was pretty entertaining, and the whip looked pretty damn well-made.
Then, at the outreach, they got some of the people to play
Pin-the-Sin-on-the-Cross.
And after all that, I actually get to leave an hour early. Only problem with that? The bus I take home isn't scheduled to arrive until quarter to five(and is often late). And I checked the schedule, there's no bus for several hours before that.
And finally, I get home, and there's nothing to eat. More accurately, there's a thing or two to eat, the only problem is there's no goddamn silverware. Some of it's dirty, the rest just seems to be missing, which leads me to think that my stepdad threw them out for some reason. Wouldn't be the first time. Or second, if I remember correctly.
So I go out and get a slice of pizza. I know a place, they have damn good pizza, too.