No real point to this one, I just wanted to write something

Here move I from Myspace. We'll see how we all feel about it with time. Chances are good that we'll all feel better here.
This morning I went to a teensy little Mennonite church here in Lawrence, the second week in a row. Nate elected not to come this time, and I pedaled there on my spiffy new bike that I got yesterday for twenty dollars. We had communion in a unique way, which was that little groups of people would voluntarily take turns gathering in the middle of the room, around a round rug, and have communion together whilst the rest of us filled the room with hymn-singing. First a reasonably sized group gathered, and I enjoyed actually being able to hear myself sing as usually I find myself both behind and next to overly confident harmonizers whose piercing voices leave me in the dust. I was enjoying it so much, actually, that I also refrained from gathering around the round round rug until after the over-sized second group had also rejoined their bottoms to their brightly colored plastic chairs. Third group's turn, I thought I'd go. I stood up, and so did the man in front of me, along with no one else. We stood without moving for a little too long, which communicated to each other that we would have rathered that more people stood. So we gathered in the middle, just the two of us, and had our own little communion. This idea seemed to make my curly-haired co-communer feel awkward, especially since at one point the precedent was to join hands in silence after taking part in the sacrament. I think it was all a little too personal for Curly, especially considering that we were being watched by a roomful of people. I was surprised to find that it didn't matter to me at all, except that in observing the situation I forgot to focus in and think about what I was supposed to be thinking about, rendering the entire thing something of a pointless exercise.