I don't have pneumonia, but I'm overdosing on Jesus...

OK, here's the deal. Last weekend, I started feeling a little down in the dumps. My true one-year anniversary (measured from the time that Orpheus and I started dating officially), was spent partially apart, and partially at a friend's house over a bad dinner. I was sick yesterday, and went to the doctor, as I had started to feel like my lungs were clouding, just like the time I came down with walking pneumonia. Turns out, it's just a horrible, horrible cold. O. was kind of sick of me by the time I dropped him off yesterday, which made me a little testy today. Now I'm watching 'Jesus Camp', which is just the most horribly depressing movie ever. I want to go to bed, wake up rich, jobless, yet still insured, and never have to worry about anything fiscal ever again. Also, I want to shut every single evangelical wrong-head up in the center of the country, walled off, and let them eat each other instead of me. I'm so sick with other people's mental illness right now I could vomit, and I can barely breathe because of my own more real afflictions. And there's a red-faced freak on my TV screen talking about how all the answers are in the bible. Fine. Go shit outside the city walls, assholes. I'm going to the bathroom INSIDE my apartment, and flushing my bile on the internet.