Man on Bed dying.

Today I’m in Dublin and I’m sick so I figured oh hey blog.  I’ve been dying in bed so I might change the name of this blog to man on bed dying. It’s catchy. When I finally decided that I should get up and walk my ass around the block that’s when it hit me;  I love being alone but I don't feel lonely.

I walked outside and it was raining like it has for the past couple of weeks here in Ireland.  It’s sprinkle rain.  The kind that you think you can take on but ends up getting you sicker than you already are.  I’m a masochist without the mass.

I saw a cathedral that looked nice because to me all of them look the same.   It’s weird because I don’t like religion institutions but cathedrals seem welcoming to me.  It’s as if I hated wal-mart but loved the wal-mart buildings and I would circle the parking lot in awe of the neon oppression.

Anyways, I entered the cathedral place and it was a business.  Not the normal catholic business of bs but a real business of sorts.  It looked like APEX or some other type of alarm business.  It was almost sad.  Almost.