Sunday, Boring Sunday

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I'm counting the hours til [adult swim] starts. I'm alone in a huge house. I need to wake up at 6am to make sure the trash is outside so it doesn't get left behind until next week. I fed the dogs and put them to bed. And all I can think about is that my grandmother made me feel persecuted.

She's a fervent catholic, and I ruffled her feathers by explaining to my 10 year old cousin the basic plot of The Da Vinci Code. Well, he asked me a question and I answered it. He didn't understand anything anyway. But she got mad and said that erroneous ideas like that are the things that clout the mind and initiate the beginnings of other religions, like MINE, and that I should not talk about those things in front of her. I told her that it was a free country and I could damn well do as I please. She's crazy enough to think that a book of fiction has anything to do with my church.

Plus, what should she be afraid of? If you have a solid testimony of your faith, nothing will shake it.

Apparently, and from the way she was shaking in anger, she does not.

She was particularly mad when I kept telling my cousin, Question everything. Question everything.

I could say that I don't question my faith. Whenever I read the Book of Mormon or the Bible, I just ask Heavenly Father, "Is this true?" His answer is always, "yes".

I'm going to finish TDVC by tomorrow. So far, very interesting.

Later. I have to pray for my other grandmother.