Forty days. And forty nights. Especially the forty nights. 2003-03-10 - 10:11 p.m.
Oh. I was talking on the phone with my sister earlier. I was asking her about her school play, which is this week. Her character dies in this play. She gets killed by a lawnmower.
Anyway, blah blah blah, then she asks me what I'm giving up for Lent. Naturally I go into my spiel about the hyprocrisy of religion, yadda yadda, people "give up" something for 40 days and take it right back up again the other 325 and that's supposed to make them a good person or something like that (invisibledon said something along those lines recently), blah blah blah, when was the last time you actually even went to church yadda yadda yadda, don't be a fake Catholic and so on.
"Whatever. What are you giving up for Lent?"
"Sex."
Then she started laughing at me. When my sister is laughing at me, I can't help but join in, because generally I know she has every right to ridicule my, well, ridiculousness.