Real friends will mop you up after you've dissolved into a puddle on their floor.

I'm serious. No fair-weather friend would love you in liquid form.

I'm sick. I have lots of work to do. I'm thankful I'm not sicker.

Sin isn't just the things you're sure are wrong, whether they're expressly in the Bible or part of your personal ideology. They're also the things you have to make well-thought arguments for not only to justify them to men but partly to yourself.

If you do something that you have the slightest twinge might be wrong, that's a sin. If you know what you need to do and don't do it, that's also a sin. (James 4:17)

...Oh, God. I'm glad you have lots more patience than I do, because so many of the things my brain comes up with are pointless in the end. The fact that pride should even be an issue with a constantly sinning creature like me is almost laughable.

"Empty-headed", indeed.