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impyI'm that kind of sick you can't really define, only you know you're not well. So no fic. Headache the size of Alaska. Cloned. Thinking hard. Just like math. :p
But I give to you a nun story of my catholic youth.
As you should have guessed by now, I have a brother. An evil brother. But my parents [mother, mainly] refused to relent on the Sunday school deal. So off we went at the ass crack of dawn, every damn Sunday. If we were really lucky, we went to the youth mass in the morning so as to avoid having to spend an additional hour with our classmates at the 10am mass that followed Sunday school.
Anywho. Sometime when he was fairly young, Sean was best known around the church as the kid who said "god dammit!" in the middle of one of the bigger masses. But that's a story for another time. I gather he was also a handful in class, because my mother basically gave up on him becoming a member of the church. One day while I was in class, the nun running the school [I can't recall her name now] stopped by my class for something. She saw me and pulled me aside to ask where my brother was. I assume she thought he was just ill or something, so I told her that after much debate [and some temper tantrums] it had been decided that he wasn't going to be attending classes anymore.
Well, her eyes widened and she made a hasty exit, not even remembering to talk to my teacher about whatever she'd come in for. :p I have never seen a nun so happy before in my life.
*bows*
But I give to you a nun story of my catholic youth.
As you should have guessed by now, I have a brother. An evil brother. But my parents [mother, mainly] refused to relent on the Sunday school deal. So off we went at the ass crack of dawn, every damn Sunday. If we were really lucky, we went to the youth mass in the morning so as to avoid having to spend an additional hour with our classmates at the 10am mass that followed Sunday school.
Anywho. Sometime when he was fairly young, Sean was best known around the church as the kid who said "god dammit!" in the middle of one of the bigger masses. But that's a story for another time. I gather he was also a handful in class, because my mother basically gave up on him becoming a member of the church. One day while I was in class, the nun running the school [I can't recall her name now] stopped by my class for something. She saw me and pulled me aside to ask where my brother was. I assume she thought he was just ill or something, so I told her that after much debate [and some temper tantrums] it had been decided that he wasn't going to be attending classes anymore.
Well, her eyes widened and she made a hasty exit, not even remembering to talk to my teacher about whatever she'd come in for. :p I have never seen a nun so happy before in my life.
*bows*