I went to a church today.  It was ok.  They stood the whole time they were singing.  I sat.  What if you get inspired during the singing, and you're already standing?  Where do you go from there?  Stand on your chair?

I daydreamed during some of the preaching part.  In my head I gutted and rebuilt the first floor of my house.  Zach sat next to me and started writing a book:  WONSOPONOTIMALITOLGROLANTHEBOEKAMTOTHEGROLANDTHEDADCAMTOO.  I studied the book.  I think it says:  Once upon a time a little girl and the boy came too the girl and the dad came too.  Whatever.  It got me thinking of the crap my friends and I drew during church.  I saved a few...late 80's vintage: