Tired.

I've been traveling and prayed to Brid a lot that the plane I rode--the kind with the rubber-band engine, the one they have to twist the propellers and give the bird a big push--wouldn't crash, or that I wouldn't be sick on the nice girl sitting next to me, reading part of the Twilight series.

That was the extent of my spiritual journey today. Well, all that I'm going to tell you about right now, anyway.