So that would make the definition for Assclown: a perverse person who habitually plays the bafoon. I already plan on using it on BJ. Some people are just fun to pick on.

This weekend has been a blast. Benny and I spent lots of time together, doing stuff that I like to do. Like shopping! Maybe I was the only one having fun, but oh well. I bought lots of jewelry at Claire�s and some other junk. I then let Benny cut my hair. It was either that or strangle me to death. So now my hair is a few inches shorter and a little uneven, but who�s looking? Right? Thank God for curly hair.

Speaking of God. I love to go to church. Call me a weirdo, I�m just strange like that. I like the smell of incense and all the candles burning. I love all of the ceremony that is century�s old, and the feeling of being a part of something that is timeless. I necessarily don�t feel that I have to go, but I like to. I kind of got over the whole �Go to church, or you�ll burn in hell,� phase. That was pretty much over after my religious breakdown. Yes, I had a religious breakdown, OK. Its kind of like loosing your apples, but with out the need for psychiatric help. At least not all of the time. So, I planned on going today. I had my alarm set and my clothes ironed and ready to go. I take some antihistamines and lay on the couch and watch movies with Benny. We were up until 1a.m., and I�m trying to fight the droziness brought on by the drugs. I end up falling asleep and I�m kind of in a comma. You know, the �I�m so asleep, I could sleep through a fire,� kind of sleep. Wow, I just used sleep 3 times in that one sentence! So I wake up the next morning at a quarter to eleven! Apparently my alarm didn�t go off. So I missed church. I�m a little disappointed, but that�s the way it goes sometimes. I could have caught the twelve o�clock mass, but I don�t like going late in the day. It defeats the purpose. I like peace and solitude, not a room full of screaming children that normally accompany the later masses. There�s always next week!