I was so so determined to get to church on time today. Mainly because I am chronically late for everything.Will probably miss the Second Coming at the rate I'm going. I woke at 9am to be absolutelycompletely100percentveryvery sure I'll be in church for the 2pm service. I got to church an unheard of 30minutes early. I shuffled off to the coffeeshop opposite for a victory teh tarik, all the while mentally composing how I would tote out this little nugget to Mr. X. 'Oh me? I was here a little early.Like 30 FRIGGIN MINUTES EARLY.Can you beat that? Huh? Can you?Can you?". Of course once I was actually at the coffeeshop it started to rain. Of the full on blasting in your face variety. Which means that instead of sitting warmly(smugly) in the sanctuary, I was staring morosely at the back entrance of the church for the better part of an hour.