I'm at it again.
I'm playing the church game. I got up early, put on my pretty dress, pulled some cash out of my (sadly depleted) savings account, and in 15 minutes, I will be walking in the front door of the place that strikes more fear and trepidation into my heart than any dentist ever could.
Why, you ask? I'm not sure. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I drive all the way up here to go somewhere when I know it's just going to make me into a depressed mess all day? Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I'm waiting to get struck by lightening. Maybe I'm hoping for change.
Wish me luck!
Hang on,
Ness
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