Dead ones and the living
I slept twenty minutes last night and all of them were nightmares. I write this e-mail from a dentist's office in Davis Square, where after an hour
derspatchel is finally being seen for the filling that disintegrated on Monday night (it is that kind of week). I appear to have just watched the Pope abdicate on CNN. I've had better-starting mornings.
(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)
[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.
(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)
[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.

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A girl can dream, can't she?
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I like your dreams.
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I only wish I thought any of them had a sufficient sense of humour to do this. I've known priests who might have done, and even an archbishop, but alas none of them have been given a red biretta.
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This is why we wish Leonard Boyle had been willing to accept one, and NOT gotten himself into a fundraising scandal... Other people throw paper darts in the classroom. Boyle used to throw manuscripts. (Though to be fair, I think it was just charters; and they're not rare, and relatively indestructible.)
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Agreed. This is the first I'd heard of him, and I'm wondering how I can find out more. Thanks!