When hand scraping the paint off the side of the house--that dogged "you'd think it would have been off from sheer muscle and will power paint"-- you pause, and think "And yet...isn't this a lot like original sin?"
And you wish to high heaven that you had a holy water gun to blast that crap off.
(At the end of the day, you feel tired AND guilty.)
p.s. some new music in the MP3 player, to the left. I esp. recommend "The Catechism Rap".