Doing Nothing, Part II

I wound up playing with my watercolors last night.  So much fun.  Time flies when you're having fun.  My sleep hygiene is horrible.  I'm not sure when I turned out the light, but I didn't wake up until 8:30.  So based on my fucked up circadian rythm, it had to be at least 5:00 when I finally met Mr. SandMan.

I probably would've gone back to sleep if not for CBS Sunday Morning.  I love, love, love that show.  Today they interviewed Keith Richards.  I'm sure you know that Captain Jack Sparrow is based on him.  So appropriate.  You gotta love him.  He's honest.  At least it seems that way.

After my fave show, Face the Nation came on.  I watched it for a few minutes.  Wish I hadn't.  I'm dreading the election.  Especially since I seem to find myself surrounded by socialists.  One of these days I'm going to lose it and tell them to shut the fuck up and move to a Kibbutz.  Seriously.  No MiracleGro for these assholes.

Since I'm in a tailspin, I'll close.  Head to the kitchen and cook for The Daddler.  I printed a recipe for Al Roker's chili.  I have ground venison thawing in the fridge.  I think I have all the other ingredients.  He will be beside himself.  Maybe I'll try the Jacob & Esau thing and make him cut the Emotional Vampire out of the will before I give him the porridge.  Or not.  Believe me, I've thought about it a thousand times.  Mother would've done it if she'd seen how things went.  But that's neither here nor there.

Later...