I'm not sure who did the homily thing this weekend but it wasn't me. Apparently Keith ruptured something during the liturgical dance you know the part where he was writhing around on the floor right after the Arabesk and we thought he was break dancing or something or he was empathizing with the Earth or whatever. (I thought actually he was channeling one of those animals that gets shot.) Well apparently that was actual pain.
Anyway, I guess nobody checked on him after the mass of reparations until Saturday night when we have the pizza social. Except this time we had to use unbaked pizzas which aren't very good. So I found him lying on the floor trying to shuffle his feet but he had kind of got himself in a corner. So anyway, we took him to the hospital and he has some sort of slipped disk. But he is back at the apartment lying in his bed. I didn't know if you knew this but that green tea he grows in his moms basements is actually really good at relieving pain and stuff and so I got him a couple of those ziplock baggies of it and he has been in his room talking to H. Robert. H. Robert likes you to put a couple leaves in his water jar sometimes.
Anyway I. R. needs someone to bail him out of jail which is something our Social Justice group is supposed to do but basically i don't have any money left and I was hoping whoever took up the money this week could go and use whatever to get him out.