The Rapture and Why I'm Not Able to Blog Today

I woke up today, ready to blog. I really did. But, then.

I was brushing my teeth when the Rapture happened. I was pulled into the sky by the force of my faith. Who knew? I told God I was an atheist, and therefore not eligible for the Rapture, but he insisted. I had, he told me, allowed myself to be saved in my sleep. I had been born again in a dream.

That dream did slowly come back to me as I sat at God's knee. In patches. In impressions. I rarely remember dreams.

God told me that that was enough. It counted, my dreamtime sanctification.

This—my new residence in Heaven—is why I cannot blog today. There is no blogging in Heaven.

Angry

Today, again, I just can't blog. And I think I know why.

Today, I am just way to angry to blog.

I'm angry about nothing in particular. Someone got in my way when I was riding my bike to work. There was a garbage truck in the alley. I'm not having coffee today.

All this and nothing. I'm angry.

I'm angry and I just can't blog.

Blogging is so beyond me

I want to link. I want to give my readers links. I want to link to the Boycott War of the Worlds petition because Tom Cruise is so odious and Scientology is so odious and we just shouldn't support them.

I just want to link.

I want to add a link to the Powell's website--because they are NOT Amazon--and I want that link to point to The Moviegoer because it's such a wonderful book, and Binx Bolling is such a wonderful character, and I want a whole new blog where I write as if I was Binx Bolling blogging, but I can't.

I just can't.

I'm having enough trouble with this one.

And yet

I endeavor to try. Anyway.

Or, perhaps not.