We're goin' bowlin' so don't lose her in Solon

A totally unnecessary post. After all a person that sleeps all the time (although I'm fairly chipper when conscious) isn't that interesting. I'm thinking I might try to go to R-Gate and do some shopping tomorrow. But I just paid my rent and credit card bills. So, I don't have shopping money. Never mind. I'll probably just nap.
The most notable event of late would be the reminder of how delicious Romanburgers are. They're the signature sandwich at Mr. Hero, a sandwich shop back home. It's a buttered, grilled bun with two hamburger patties and grilled salami with melted cheese and onions and some special sauce (I think it's mostly mayo). The only proper way to eat a Romanburger is with waffle fries. I really, really want one. Right now. Dreams of sandwiches with proper understanding of what makes a good sandwich. (It's nothing available on the Subway menu and Italian subs do not feature bolgna. Dammit.) The Mum person needs to stop mentioning wonderful foodstuffs that I cannot replicate in my own kitchen or buy in this part of the country. It's not fair! I wanna Romanburger now! Sulky, pouty, sulk.
That's about the only coherent thought I've had all day. I'm knocking about an idea for a story, but I might abandon it. It kind of leans towards the self-insert if done poorly. And I'm not sure what that good. Dunno, I'll think about it.
We didn't get any snow.
Yawn.

ETA: Later. The conversation that was sort of about religion tonight...I'm thinking about it. Because what else is there to do when you're too tired to get off the couch? And yet, I'm still awake. I didn't mean to imply I'm an atheist. Agnostic, yeah. There's something going on that humans don't have control over-but I hesitate to call that something G-d. Might be, just as easily might not. I subsribe to the theory that I can't remember the name of right now that says it's easier to believe than to not believe. Sometime I'll look that up and write it down. But I don't believe that Christianity necessarily has it right. Or Buddhism or Judaism or any ONE religion. I don't know if there's a previous life or an afterlife. With that in mind I live like I've got one chance. THIS LIFE. Anything else in icing on the cake. Not to be cliche or flip, but I'm trying to type and watch Colbert at the same time. He ended racism tonight. It was touching. I cried a little.
So, yeah. I was thinking about that and thought I'd add those thoughts to the post. Bad stuff happens. It's not a test to see if I'm worthy of the Kingdom. It's a test to see if I'm strong enough to survive life. The pay off is getting up in the morning and the bad shit not being the first thought of the day. Victory isn't something we may or may not get when we die. When we die, we're dead. Heaven is a comforting idea we cling to so that life doesn't seem so pointless and ultimately futile. Heaven--heaven is a place--a place where nothing---nothing ever happens.