Like a Bird Without a Feather

I was looking around the Church.  I was sitting far back enough so that the most of the mass was lost in the high, painted ceiling, among the cherubs and the gold leafing.  The people around me were looking for God.  There was one man reciting Hail Mary's, one after the other, not listening to the words he was saying.  One woman was sitting there, weeping quietly.  One or two were asleep.
They would never find God.  There was only one way to find God, I knew, and that was to be looking for him out of the corner of your eye…
"Aha!" I yelled, standing up, turning around and pointing…  Pointing at a man with a dirty mop in hand, and an overbite.  One of the sleepers had roused.  The priest at the front didn't miss a beat.  "Sorry." I told the janitor.  "I thought you were someone else."
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The janitor watched the embarrassed man walk out quickly.
"That was too close." He said as he started scrubbing the tiles.

From Ladygekko on Deviant Art

In other news...I'm not happy.

is not treating me the best. I've not felt this bummed for this long in quite some time. Its incredibly frustrating to be in such a funk. I don't wallow in it, thats the worst part. I try to do stuff, to hang with people. Usually it fails. It always does with one person and it seems like it usually does with others as well.

Yeah, so, school is gearing up for the big tests, in fact the only tests, of the whole year. I'm keeping up with school work, but having a hard time buckling down like I should to get everything done like it should be.

Sigh.

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