The God Resolutions

Which is the short way of saying my brain hurts too much from being ill to write about the rights and whaaaaas? of 'The God Delusion' today, so instead I'm going to think about resolutions. Easier. This year I will:

1. Fuckin' get sick fuckin' less

2. Make more time for writing

3. Make more time for reading

4. Start music lessons again

5. Learn some graceful discipline, as I'm such a clumsy fuck

6. Be good at my job so that some day when I start making babies they let me work from home

7. Be nicer to my family and my loverman

8. Forebear from spending an entire day throwing up due to drink

9. Start eating marijuana instead of smoking it

10. Nip my nascent martyr complex in the bud

Call me crazy but I like my chances of pulling some or all of them off. We'll see.

The Feverish God Delusion

I'm back and quite comically ill. Home this aft accordingly and going to finish off 'The God Delusion'. Good reading for me currently, as illness and the end of holidays is making me cranky, and it's a cranky book. Not what I was expecting - frankly much less contentious - what a lot of fuss people make over nothing. But gripping enough to read through the grippe.

Of course, nothing can shake me of my personal belief in God, who explained the ontological argument for His existence to me about eight months ago during one of those feverish semi-hallucinatory states I'm so frequently in here, as Belgium makes me sick constantly. Fucking germ hole. At least it's not England, but more on that when I have enough energy to get my bitch on. Anyways, I'm not sure if it was His ontological argument that convinced me, or the sarcastic way He mock-sang 'duh-duh-DUUUUUUH!' when I told Him he was making a good case for His own existence.