Yeah, That's It: Friday Confessional

I'm too tired to actually write a confession. Yep. So instead I'll write a short list of reasons that if I were Catholic I may need to go to confession. Except that I'm not Catholic, so I may have a list that isn't really a reason to go. What? I'm confused now.

I take a break from praying on my way to work to verbal, although quietly, berate fellow drivers.
I haven't talked to my younger brother in a couple months.
I should call my grandparents more often.
I stole a Tootsie Roll from another audiologist's hearing aid order in a moment of weakness and sugar spiral.
I feel fat despite the vast amount of running I've been doing instead of proud that I can run so far.


Short list. I'm not telling everything.