And More!

Oh, and here's something else: This week is my Holy Week. I am fasting for a god I do not believe in, just because I need to kiss my mother's ass. I missed Easter last year; she still has not forgiven me. Neither has the rest of my family, I gather. So here I am, not eating any meat or dairy and getting ready to go to church. Church. Oh, god. And you know what? There are quite a few Greeks in Pennsylvania. I am going to blame Pennsylvania for this one, too.