What a coupla days. I'd say the sky is literally falling, but that might cause you to think I'm embracing the whole Global Warming, Ozone Eroding, Henny-Pennyish Al Gore philosopy. I must admit, I've actually considered his viewpoint, but after what he did to Tipper, he has no credibility with me. I won't even get started on John Edwards. What a prick. Still, I recycle, avoid styrofoam, and buy alternative energy stocks (huge hits there.) If I had no conscience, I'd buy alcohol, tobacco and big oil stocks. At the rate things are going, I might need to rethink my socially responsible investing. A girl's gotta think about the future. And I'll proudly admit that I vote for candiates with an R beside their names. On the other hand, I detest Rush Limbaugh. Someone needs to shut him up. What an asshole. Misogynist. Idiot. Did I say asshole? Alarmist. Obnoxious hypocrite.
Enough already. I feel like Will McAvoy on Newsroom. My new favorite show. So smart. I think I like it even better than Boston Legal.
I could go on and on about how shitty my last few days have been. I won't go into details, but I got a disturbing call from one of The D's doctors today. According to the pathology results, he has skin cancer. It's the best kind to have. Wow. Can it be good to have cancer?
I reacted violently to the word "carcinoma." I think that was the kind my brother died from when he was 41 years old. I shifted into my Henny Penny mode. Which means I overreacted. Who, me?
I could write about lots more crap I've been dealing with lately, including incredibly vivid and violent nightmares, a dog who destroys everything in sight, and a grouchy old Daddler who can't throw me a bone, no matter how hard I try.
But I won't. I'm going to watch last night's episode of Newsroom. Crush on Jeff Daniels. Why is it that I fall for obnoxious, arrogant, emotionally distant men?
Could it be that I see myself in them? Nawww.
Over and out...
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