Dude, we're almost outta here. Breakfast came and is almost gone. This morning came... i dreamed something bizzarre, about like the Pope, or somebody, and he and I were going back and forth... he was trying to excommunicate me or something... douse me in his 'holy water' or whatever... i think we tore his stone church down. Then Dave Van Fleet came to campus and fired up the grill, and the BBQ club came out of the woodwork, and we had a huge Korean BBQ on the quad. And then Pilldog turned on both lights in the room and about blinded me. So i woke up and took a shower.

We were thinking, wouldn't it be cool if, once the Pope died, a Pentacostal preacher came and by the power of the Holy Ghost raised John Paul II from the dead? :-D What if...