Why is killing yourself a sin? For most people, wouldn't that be considered a service?

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God Fucking Dammit!

Somehow, someway, blogger.com really messed up. I had this down before, but it wasn't showing up on my dashboard. I'd view the blog and it was there, but it never updated my dashboard. So, I decided that I should republish the blog, just to see if that'd work. Instead, it just lost my post. Stupid fucking site.
Alright, let's see, what did I say...
Shit, the title had some meaning, but I don't remember it. Damn.
Damn, I don't feel like retyping all of that. If you saw it, congrats. There was a lot of anger in that post, which related to the last few hours in my old apartment. I'm not sure I'll ever type it out again. Just ask me about it in person if it doesn't show up here in the next couple of days.
Then, to make my anger flair even fucking more, the university decided to charge me an extra $750 because I dropped one summer class and picked up another. So, instead of saying, "Oh, he switched, that's cool," they said, "Sucker. Make him pay." So now I have to go and try to talk my way out of that one. Like money wasn't already fucking tight.
Damn.
I typed out about the last SotP, but I'm not going to do that again until next time.
I'll go ahead and give you the Song of the Post for next time, which came from the subject line from an e-mail a friend sent me today. It's a question that boils up within me every now and then; whether she knew it or not is beyond me.
Song of the Post: "Can music save your mortal soul?"