Sunday morning in the convent, mostly in pictures

What I missed most:

Really. I would salivate as people walked by carrying bagels and the Sunday NYT. The bagels I could live without. The NYT made my heart ache.

Really. I would salivate as people walked by carrying bagels and the Sunday NYT. The bagels I could live without. The NYT made my heart ache.

What I was supposed to be doing:

Worrying about hell

Worrying about hell

And also:

This is supposed to represent "praying" not "being a creepy figurine"

This is supposed to represent “praying” not “being a creepy figurine”

And therefore spending more time:

"Examination of Conscience" = list of sins. Sometimes it gave me ideas. "Oh yeah, haven't done that yet"

“Examination of Conscience” = list of sins. Sometimes it gave me ideas. “Oh yeah, haven’t done that yet”

Instead I was always:

Talking when I was supposed to be praying

Talking when I was supposed to be praying

And daydreaming about:

Sharing Cheetos with pretty women showing cleavage.

Sharing Cheetos with pretty women showing cleavage.

Do you want to hear the full nun story? You should probably read Freak of Nurture. If you want do the ebook thing, you can have it in your hands/on your screen 60 seconds from now.

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