Again this week I went to my mom’s place to work for them. I worked outside for a good three days and the weather was just beautiful. On the first day I worked with a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves actually rolled almost up to my elbows. When I took my shirt off in the evening I noticed something kinda funny. I had this big sunburn, but only on 3/4s of my forearms (you can admire the drawing of my new arms… the colour wouldn’t scan though…. the black is supposed to be red) On top of that burning sunburn (oh I found one on the back of my neck and my face is no longer so white too), I found myself with a cold. I don’t know why, I started having a sore throat the day I left Montréal. Oh well.

As I walked from my metro to my grandparents’ I started thinking about something pretty fun. I really CANNOT taste anything because of my cold. It’s never been that bad, I can’t taste or smell anything. I enjoy eating, but today I just didn’t feel like eating (first because I’m not feeling so good), my food didn’t taste like anything, it was just… blah. So what’s the point of eating when it does not taste good… or even bad, it’s just blah?

I think that it would be interesting if it would work the same way with sin. That sin would have no flavour to me anymore. I’m guessing that as the years go by and as I grow, sin will become tasteless to me. But could you just imagine, if sin would have no taste, no smell anymore, we’d just feel like, oh whatever, I don’t feel like sinning anymore.

I need to get a spiritual cold so I have no taste for sin.

I should leave now, just the lamp over the keyboard here warms my arms and it’s…. burning them.