It's midnight and I just stopped work for the day a half-hour ago (even though I have tons left to do). Since I started working at 5:00 this morning you'd think I'd be a little bitter about a 16-1/2 hour work-day, but I just spent two weeks in the Hawaiian Islands so it's not like I have much cause to complain.
So here I lay in bed, listening to Wincing The Night Away by "The Shins" for the millionth time, all the while tap-tap-tapping away on my MacBook and contemplating what to blog about. Usually the problem would be that I'm too beat to think of anything worth writing, but the opposite seems to be true tonight. There's dozens of things I could blog about... I just can't choose.
I thought I was going to talk about my contest for Bullet Sunday #100 coming up in three days, but I haven't figured out exactly how it's going to work.
Then I was going to write about Davestin coming up next Friday, but that seemed more appropriate for this Friday.
Just a second ago, Phantom Limb started playing and it made me want to write about how it may very well be my favorite song of all time (which is surprising because it's not by Depeche Mode), but I doubt anybody would find that amusing except me.
Then I had considered blogging about Katie Couric's truly terrifying interview with Sarah Palin that's been splattered all over the internets, but I am so rattled at the possibility of Palin getting anywhere near The White House that I may go into hysterics. At this point, I would hope that even hardcore Republicans are scared of the doomsday scenario which would have McCain winning the election and then dying in office, leaving us with "President Palin." It's a possibility so horrifying that I cannot picture it in my head without making "BLEEP BLORP" noises and sobbing uncontrollably.
Then I started thinking about how technically the day has already ended and I shouldn't be worried about this blog entry at all since it's now tomorrow and I should be worrying about that entry.
Except I have to get back to work in five hours and can't afford to be worrying about anything if I want to get any sleep tonight.
I could really use a cookie, a glass of chocolate milk, and a handful of sedatives.
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I think our entire political system could handle a cookie, glass of chocolate milk, and a handful of sedatives.
Bleep blorp indeed.
I hope you had at least the cookies and milk, anyway.
Have you noticed that as the days get physically shorter they seem to get mentally shorter as well?
Has it always been that way and I just never noticed?
Poor Dave. Here, Sweetie, have some pudding.
You work too much. Is there any way you could work less? It can’t be healthy! I’m getting worried about you.
I’m a hardcore Republican and I say, Palin, thumbs down. But I’m usually not impressed (read: appalled) at GOP reps…
I’m a hardcore Republican and I say, Palin, thumbs down. But I’m usually not impressed (read: appalled) at GOP reps…
I watched that Couric interview with Palin. I had to turn it off. As I mentioned in Twitter, I think Palin is a Terminator. Her non-direct answers to everything brings up a giant WTF. I can’t imagine how frustrating the person or team that is coaching her gets. Are they using Flash Cards without pictures of moose on them?
Let’s meet up. I’ll bring the sedatives if you’ll bring cookies. 😉
They’ve been playing some of the Couric-Palin interview on TV today and it is truly mind blowing. You’d have think her handlers would have prepared her at least for the foreign-policy-Alaska question at the _very_ least.