behind the cathedral is where my body hides, but I'm not inside

I'd forgotten I was still logged in to Steam on my main engine. Off the grid, in those spaces apart from pixels, I'd suffered an injury, and had spent long hours coaxing every single byte of power I could out of a less-than-fully-powered netbook, to run Second Life when I had the opportunity.

God did not know this. To be fair, in God's defense, he might not have remembered it at this point had I informed him.

There is a small thread of admiration that, even in the midst of cheap intoxication, he felt the urge to warn me. About...out-drinking foreigners. Okay, so it's something of an unnecessary warning; I never try to out-drink anyone these days.

Of course, God is in college now. And frequently is challenged by those around him to do very silly things. I suppose it makes sense...from his point of view.

Thank you, O Lord, for enlightening me...or...something. I feel...well, baffled over anything else.

Also, don't look up "dook" unless you're searching the term on a ferret-specific site. Trust me. You don't want to know what it means.