why does this memory keep coming back to me today

about a year ago:

x: wanna have dinner?
me: i can't, am rushing to church.
x: on wed?
me: yep, ash wednesday. i'm fasting today anyway.
x: what? omg so poor thing! *pats my head*

ash wednesday again. initial plans to give up being exasperated at the journo were quickly refuted by vick, who agrees i might lose my mind after 40 days. it was proven impossible about 5 hours into ash wed anyway. -_-