Friday, March 14, 2008

I'm an idiot

Seriously.

I have been stuck at home for VERY large chunks of time lately. My body's reaction to leaving a stressful job, or more particularly to the all-nighter I pulled in a wild attempt to clean up enough to not leave my colleagues and successor cursing my name, has been to fall prey to a variety of ailments. Not a week of the last six has gone by without some kind of misery.

I'm finally getting the message and doing some decent resting.

So, lots of thinking and potentially writing time. And what do I do with that time? Some of it has been spent watching DVDs of Millennium. Quite a bit of it has been spent listening to more live Tori Amos than is good for any sane man (yours truly bought all 27 Legs&Boots while pretending to reside in Texas), interspersed with Brahms, Joni Mitchell and early Elton John.

LOTS of it has been spent online either chatting or ogling. Talking to gay guys. Talking to gay Christians. Talking to anti-gay Christians for variety, although those conversations are often limited by the refusal of the 'opponent' to accept the proposition that their interpretation of Romans 1 is exactly that, an interpretation.

[I'm slightly disappointed by the silence I've had from one old friend that I contacted, ever since I stated that it was NOT the goal of the dialogue to change my ways and stop being gay. He could simply just be rather busy with his prophetic ministry, but I'm beginning to suspect he would have been more interested in continuing the conversation if I was looking to be saved from my sexuality.]

The one thing I haven't been doing, of course, is blogging. So you get yet another whining apologetic placeholder post with vague indications that I might start doing the real thing soon.

Right before Jesus comes again.