I got lucky when the lord wasn't looking...

My Fellow Bloggers:

It’s been a hectic few weeks. I’ve officially taken office as Senator Nathan Petrelli… Yeah, I know. I rock!

I'm sure I’ve mentioned my concern before...about taking the position. I’m still a little worried, but I just have to keep reminding myself that this time is different. I have God to help me do the right thing. God and the angels.... God, the angels, and Linderman... In fact, everywhere I go, ghostly Linderman is there. I strongly suspect he is stalking me. Heidi once pointed out that he had a crush on me. I guess it has only strengthened with time. He even tried to help me pick out furniture like we’re living together. You should hear him...

“Oh, Nathan, pick the John Foster Douglas." [That's a presidential desk, for you regular types who didn't know it.] "It sends the right message.“

Yeah, I know what kind of message he wants me to send, and I’m not sending it! I picked the Robert Kennedy desk instead. The old me would have chosen the one belonging to John F. Kennedy. I’m sure plenty of assistants worked on that desk; but I digress…Linderman , he may be a problem.

I would just dump him, but I’m confused by his presence here. I mean, he could be God or he could be Satan. I don’t want to kick him out if he is God and stuff. Besides, if it weren’t for Linderman, I would never have went looking for Tracey. I found her trying to jump off a bridge, so I had to step in and be a hero again. It’s a good thing I’m so good at it, or she would have been swimming with the fishes instead of doing the back stroke across my bed. Yes, my fellow bloggers, you read that correctly.

I gave in to carnal temptation. In my defense, it had been a few weeks. A gorgeous man, such as myself, can only go so long. I swear I don’t know how ugly people do it. Anyway, I know it appears as though I’ve fallen off my religious wagon, but I assure you that isn’t the case. I think if I marry her, the angels will be OK with my transgression. Surely a little premarital lovin’ is OK, if I intend to make an honest woman out of the fine piece of *beep* later.

Oh, well…I think Tracey might be waking up; I better get back to it. I wouldn't want her to get upset with me and freeze off anything important.

Thank you and Amen...