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It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep.

I have to be at work in six hours.

The wall paper on my computer is Keller Williams, and he's reaching out to hug me.

EVERYBODY needs a hug from Keller Williams.

That includes you.

My cats are confused. One moment I was in bed with the lights out, silently reciting the rosary and the next I'm staring at the little glowing screen.

My cats are glad that I'm home.

I am glad that I'm home.

Sometimes, at night, I think what would happen if I died for some reason in my sleep? Or what if the floor above me caved in on my bed? How would people be notified? What would happen? How long would it take?

Nobody really wants to be in the mid twenties. They either want to be back in college or safe in their 30s.

I am seeing a rise in escapism in our culture as of late. We all want to be connected to other people, but we want it to be anonymous or as a different person. On the net, we confess our sins to each other, we absolve each others sins, we dole out the penance and are swift to judge. Too bad I didn't pay more attention when we studied reconciliation. Bless me, internet, for I have sinned. We are faceless and it seems we like it better that way.

I'm going to drink a big glass of water and try to save seven suffering souls from purgatory. Want to know how? Ask me.

Let's give it up for old Catholic superstitions.
How?, I ask.
say 7 Our Fathers and 7 Ninceen creeds and say a time which you would like to be woken up and the good souls will do that for you and you will save them.
It's a rightious alarm clock!
I don't know, I wish I was in my early to mid twenties. I don't want to be in my 30s, but then again, that's just me!