I've spent the last few days wracking my brain about what could possibly be the different trials for my remaining sins. What I have left are envy, greed, gluttony, and pride. I can't think of any of those being particularly enjoyable. Quite frankly, anything that my mind could drum up for any of those sins causes tension to spread through my chest.
The uncomfortably hot air from my blow dryer whips through my hair while I stand at the vanity in the bathroom in a camisole and a pair of sleep shorts that I only seem to wear when I'm fresh out of the shower. If we are going to make it to Sin when we're due I need to hurry to get ready.
