Journal: What am I doing here?

How did I get myself into this?! It's only been two weeks, but it seems like forever. I can't get a moments peace anymore. And that Angelo Sodano and his meetings! I swear he is doing it just to torture me!

But the worst is the damn worshipers. Every single day they flock to the square just hoping that I will wave to them. Christ on a pogo stick, why don't they get a life! Bunch of sheep.

And then there are the cripples. Now do I look like a doctor? Just this morning some woman is crying to me about her son's spleen. But what the hell is a spleen? I wouldn't know a spleen from a kidney and she wants me to cure her son, what's wrong with this picture?