Dear Diary,
Today I get a call at 10a.m. in the morning because a priest has just dropped died in the middle of a funeral mass. So I get up get dress and head down to Spanish Harlem to the little church there. When I get there I get this werid feeling because I'm not Catholic and I have not been in a church a while. So after I get home I still have this werid feeling because I don't really understand the whole Catholic reilgon and then I all these question about why this guy would want to dress up like a priest for 5 years. Then I get real mad because this guy is not who i think he is and all this stuff just does not make any sense.
well more later,
Eve Dallas