Right after I wrote a long thing about being an atheist on Good Friday, I got sick.
Very sick. With Toilet Problems. Alarmingly frequent and disastrous Toilet Problems, for about 36 hours. Enough to make my Ron Swanson of a mother* tell me to see a doctor. Fever, shaking, aching, weakness - all of it.
It seems to have subsided this morning, so I'm not going to go to the doctor, but I am still weak and dehydrated, so I believe I can't handle the French Quarter for the Drag Queen parade, as is my most holy Easter tradition. I have a big sad. I *technically* could do it but I think that is asking for trouble. Also, there would be the constant problem of trying to find a toilet in case of Toilet Problems.
So clearly, there is a god, and he's mad at me.**
*Only Ron Swanson in spirit; fails to live up to badassery that she preaches.