It was nice having Fellow Seeker stay over. He was a pleasant distraction from unpleasant things. And, of course, we had plenty of religion talk, because we can't get enough of it!
We were watching Sister play one of those old school Super Mario games, and at one point, Mario jumped and fell into a sea of flames. I said, "He must've been a sinner," which sent F.S. into a frenzy of laughter (but not Mother).
Strangely enough, I had a religious discussion with Ex last night. He IMed me to say hello and all that, and I let something slip about my current spiritual state (a sarcastic joke, you know me). All of a sudden, he was pretty concerned. (They always are.) His father is a pastor; what the hell was I thinking, saying that to him? I suppose I should be flattered by the Christians I know being so concerned about my soul, but I have come to resent the implications. He asked me why I feel the way I do, I told him that it takes intellectual leaps to believe certain things (F.S. later commented, "Leaps? Try the Grand Canyon."), eccetera, eccetera. I cut the conversation short because I just can't listen to that stuff anymore. Healthy, lively apologetics debates use to fascinate me; now they just get on my nerves. He said that he would pray for my faith to return. I'm not a total callous bitch, I appreciate it, I really do, but geez. Of all people to want to lead me on the straight and narrow.
F.S. and I had more of our great talks as we traveled to the library together. Topics included Free Will, Schmee Will, Name That Poet, and Modern Heresy 101. Good times.