Dear Diary;
First weekend without work in I can’t remember how long! At first it was a bit awkward being in the audience during Sunday Mass, but it was nice to be able to nap and not have to dress up. Or write a stupid homily. Those fuckers would keep me up all Saturday night until a topic would finally come to me…

Nosiree, I’m gonna like sitting in the cheap seats! The only thing that bothered me was the communion wafers. Archbishop Ippolito is wheat-intolerant, so in this chapel the Body of Christ is a gluten-free product. Tastes like warmed over shit, but I suppose I’ll get used to it.