Ah, the weekend, at last. Ahhhh...

Man, sometimes I act as though I spend my weekdays mining coal or digging ditches in all weathers, not just dealing with tiresome people on the phone (and sometimes in the office), but still, the weekends are like a release from the chain gang.

Yesterday was Good Friday, and I decided that I wanted to go to mass at St. Thomas again, like last year.

I rang them up and asked what the times were, and they said that there was the three hour service at noon, and the shorter one at 5.30p. Now, last year I went to the 5.30p, which was two hours long. I had no idea that was the short one!

The Evil Overlord let us off at 4p again, partially because I kept howling as she had last year, and I went to 5th Ave. to get some Godiva white chocolate chicks again, but they were out of them, dammit. So everything wasn't just like last year, then.

The mass was different, though. Of course, it wasn't different, it was just the same, it was me that was different. It was still really great, but since I knew what would happen, it didn't take the top of my head off, like it did before. But it was just as dramatic, and walking between the boy sopranos singing their little heads off to take communion at the altar rail was just as properly awesome as it deserved to be.

That place really is astounding. I wonder why I never went back? I'd really like to go to a Sunday mass there, why didn't I during this whole year? It wasn't because I forgot, I know that. Sheer idleness, I suppose.

You know the best part of the weekend? Going to bed on Friday night, realizing that you don't have to wake up to an alarm for two whole days.

In re my horoscope below: Yeah, okay, I won't. And neither will I be holding my breath.

Today's horoscope:
A desire to truly scale the heights of ecstasy can lead to inspired lovemaking tonight (but don't expect the earth to move).

One year ago today:
In conclusion, Katie was great and everyone else sucked.

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