I don't want to be back at work. Oh, everyone has been perfectly lovely and I managed to at least read the 103 email messages awaiting me by 10:30am, but I liked vacation. Work sucks.
Why is my mind slipping? I just read an article about the Pope denouncing Harry Potter. And it's going on and says "Pope Benedict", and swear to God, for a good two minutes I was trying to figure out who the heck (I would have said "hell" but why take chances) "Benedict" was. I actually thought, 'That's not the Pope's name', until I remembered that we do have a new one and I have to start picturing someone else in my head when I think of the Pope and not John Paul II. Which is sad.
Someone come work for me. I want to go back home and watch daytime television. Or find me a sugar daddy so I can just live off of him.
Why is my mind slipping? I just read an article about the Pope denouncing Harry Potter. And it's going on and says "Pope Benedict", and swear to God, for a good two minutes I was trying to figure out who the heck (I would have said "hell" but why take chances) "Benedict" was. I actually thought, 'That's not the Pope's name', until I remembered that we do have a new one and I have to start picturing someone else in my head when I think of the Pope and not John Paul II. Which is sad.
Someone come work for me. I want to go back home and watch daytime television. Or find me a sugar daddy so I can just live off of him.
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