Well, actually, it's not totally good. My mother went to the doctor today, and I guess she's got something called a ventral hernia. It shouldn't be a big deal. But she needs surgery for it, and that's sort of annoying.
My mom just randomly gave me a dollar. Yay! I love dollars.
April called and wants to something tonight. We couldn't think of anything at the time, and though I think she's been home for an hour, she hasn't called back yet. Dude, hurry up and call, I've got a dollar!
In other news, I love Flannery O'Connor. I was rereading A Temple of the Holy Ghost today, and I still love it. Then I was reading a bit about her life. Some lady wrote her a letter stating that one of her stories "left a bad taste in her mouth." O'Connor sent a letter in response: "You weren't supposed to eat it."
I find it interesting that two of my favorite authors, O'Connor and Thomas Merton, were apparently huge fans of one another's work. I didn't know that until today. I've been reading them both for years though.
Odd it is that I discovered Flannery O'Connor, as devout a Catholic writer as the world's known, through a biography of Anton LaVey, the founder of modern Satanism. I can't remember the connection between the two off hand, but I remember reading that LaVey was somehow connected to a film version of Wise Blood, based on O'Connor's book, and that it was about a fake preacher, and that Flannery O'Connor's writings were described as "grotesque." At the time hatred of religion and the grotesque appealed to me, so I picked up a copy. Of course, I didn't take a hatred of religion away from Wise Blood, or any of the other O'Connor works; and givem what I see in movies and television every day, nothing O'Connor wrote seems all that terribly graphic or grotesque these days.
Woo! Going for food!
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