I think I'm thinking about this too much. But I can't stop. This Sunday we went to Mass at the Anglican church where I've come to know more people in a month than I ever met in twenty years as a Roman Catholic. But next Sunday when I go back to the Basilica I'll see him. We were starting to get along. I don't know what the hell he's going to act like around me. I know, I really shouldn't care. I think about this shit too much.

And, I'm also working my way through a bottle of wine.