Got home late (or early) yesterday morning, I'd been absorbed in this fascinating new site called atheistforums.org or something. Anyway, I crashed out and only woke up around 4pm - obviously a lazy day today, not helped by my having zero energy, even to open my eyes. Then I got a text from my great friend Shell, wanting me to meet her in nearby Dudley, after which we spent the rest of the evening chatting about shoes and ships and sealing wax, cabbages and kings. As we often do. I'm helping her cope with a complex personal situation, just as she's helping with mine; good thing I've got shoulders broad enough for the whole world to cry on. Then came home, just got back about three parts of an hour ago.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
