There's another episode of my weekly thing due today, we still have plumbing to deal with, and I've just been to the physio.
Their new jackhammer hurts and stings, by the way.
As for the plumbing, we have a new magic ingredient - Dawn dish soap. According to a self-proclaimed redneck I know, it's just the thing for dealing with stubborn clogs.
As for my soul... it's apparently in peril for mocking the Powers That Be. I can't fathom where that mockery is, immediately.
It's a stretch, but this is the best I can manage to wrap my head around the issue:
Mocking the self-righteous, arrogant, and vainglorious "followers" who never once actually followed a teaching of the faith -> mocking the faithful -> mocking the faith -> mocking the originator of the faith.
It's a very long reach, but it's the best fit of the illogic that I can comprehend. Either way, if they're worried about my soul in regards a silly story that didn't even earn me one cent, they should also be worried about the souls of: the Monty Python cast and crew [The Life of Brian], Sir Terry Pratchett [Small Gods, Good Omens], and Andrew Lloyd Webber [JC Superstar]. Just to mention a few.
Eh. The longer I linger on this, the worse my anxiety gets and I don't need any more assorted horseshit in my life.
Onwards with the expected output.