I will share herewith the diary of a UN bureaucrat sneaked out from the UN at great cost and sacrifice and translated from the original french, the official language of the UN...
Last night I layed down in my bed and surrendered to the pillow. Woke up refreshed, went to the bathroom and surrendered a pile of merde to the toilet. Went to the kitchen and surrendered to a tasty croissant with camembert (the *real* french kind mellowed and aged in a cow turd).
Got in my Peugeot. wouldn't start, sacre bleu! My very good friend Henri helped me fix it and to celebrate we surrendered to each other while watching a video about Gay Paree. Got into my Peugeot and surrendered to the terrible morning traffic.
Arrived at UN Headquarters and eagerly surrendered to filling out a pile of UN forms on filling out forms. at 10am got up and surrendered to a cup of latte'. At noon, sent to the cafeteria and surrendered to the tasty goat brains and moutard brulee' (a ethnic Mongolian dish). went back to the office and surrendered to a staff meeting on the UN etiquette of not mentioning African genocide in ethics meetings.
A long day, I am truly surrendered!
Got back in my Peugeot, which again wouldn't start. My very good friend Jacques helped me start it and to celebrate we surrendered our derrieres to each other.
I surrendered again to the traffic, got home and surrendered to the couch and Bill Moyers on PBS, a truly progressive program I surrender with fully... I Surrendered to a long and warm session with my bidet, mon petit derriere worked so hard today! Perhaps tomorrow I will surrender to a nice warm enema? Finally surrendered to a few chapters of "Nothing and Nothingness" by Jean Paul Sartre. lay down in my bed and surrendered for the evening...