Happy Egg-Laying Bunny Day
Maureen probably thinks I'm going to hell for saying or thinking that. She's usually in her Sunday Best and out the door by the time I wake up on this day of the week, but today, we're talking her Best Sunday Best and knocking on my door asking if I remembered it was Easter, and maybe wanted to go to church today. I could tell from her foice that she had a mild disdain for those who only make their love of Jesus known on Easter and Christmas, although that hypocricy probably isn't quite as bad as my lack of interest in the church, period.

What can I say; just not a very churchy person. I've mentioned before that the whole soul idea worries me; if such a thing exists, do I have Martin's soul, Michelle's soul, some amalgam of the two, a brand new soul, or none at all. When you give that a good think, it really torpedoes the whole idea of faith. Maureen at least knows what she should be faithful in; she lives a good life and she will be eternally rewarded in Heaven. But me, I live a good life and maybe someone else's soul gets the top-flight treatment, or maybe I'm screwed because Michelle did something lousy three years ago. I've got specific questions about my soul.

And, besides, life on Earth is confusing enough. I kind of missed seeing Kate at the Sunday Morning Movie, especially since I've gotten used to her examining my dates like a sports coach reviewing tape from the game to tell his players what went wrong and what went right.

Chet and I went out clubbing; I figure it's good to choose an activity that reveals a little cleavage and allows me to demonstrate that I can handle myself in heels after a couple of drinks pretty soon after someone learns about my past. Just to let them see that I'm committed to the whole heterosexual girl thing. It seemed to work OK, although I do admit I sort of squealed as we were going into one of the Landsdowne Street clubs, since we were right across from Fenway Park and the World Champion Boston Red Sox have Opening Day there in just a couple of weeks, and start playing games that count in eight short days (seven, now). But, hey, he didn't complain, and we actually talked about that for a fair amount of the evening. I told him that I was actually there one of the nights they filmed Fever Pitch last fall, and he said that was pretty cool. Well, I said, it got cut because they had to shoot a new ending and all, but it'll probably be on the DVD.

Probably really no reason to go over the date with Kate; we had fun, he kissed me goodnight, we agreed to meet for a movie later in the week. I suppose I'm just being vain, wondering why he didn't make much of a move to do more than kiss me good night. Vain or horny.

Besides, I think she was going on her first real everyone knows everything date with Carter that night, too. Heck, it might be one of those rare times when I can actually tell her more than she tells me.

-Martina
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