I made plans tonight to see "The Passion of the Christ," but something kept me from it. I planned to see it earlier this week, but I wasn't in the mood. Everytime I try to see it, in fact, everytime I even consider it, something keeps me from it.
Seriously. I mean, I even have a free pass, and I still haven't cashed it in to watch Mel Gibson nail Jim Caviezel to the cross. Usually, getting me to a movie doesn't take this much effort.
I'm tempted to say that some force is conspiring against me seeing the film.
Maybe it's Satan.
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