squirm baby squirm…

Speak for yourself, Im a Snake! Oops, did I just say that?

I went to a service at the Abbey here. I thought it was going to be the informal service aimed at students where they all go for pizza afterwards. I was looking forward to the pizza. Instead it was some old-fashioned evening service where we all had to read a liturgy that said we were worms. I was furious and couldn’t escape because there were only a few of us in the choir stalls. And there was no pizza!

I hate it when people are self-castigating and obsequious towards God – it’s nauseating and really not what I need to hear.

So… maybe the fish won’t get to Heaven after all!