I feel much better. The hives have finally gone away. I was dopey on my first day back to The Factory, but it worked out O.K. Now I am just buried by work. Those of you who thought I was silly all along and that I was simply melodramatic. . . .
So I worked long today and went to the gym in the evening. After that, I went to Whole Foods to see the freaks and losers who work there. And then I came home to the cat who was angry at being out all day in the rain. I showered and heated up the food I had bought and sat down to watch the debate. But it wasn't on yet, so I flipped through the movie channels and stopped on Broken Flowers. I love watching Bill Murray do most anything. When I saw this movie in the theater, I was less impressed, but tonight watching it again, I thought it nearly great. It is episodic, but the episodes work. I had forgotten about the scene with Lolita. Holy Moly! I wish I'd been recording it. That scene alone is worth the price of admission. And the next, too, when he goes to see an old girlfriend who is married to a pre-fab real estate maven. If you haven't seen it, just watch it. Twice, if you are like me at all (and I know you hope you aren't.)
Then the debate came on. I wish I hadn't watched it. The Liar won. It was remarkable, really. Obama was just dreadfully and completely awful. He didn't do anything right at all. I wanted to debate Romney myself. Romney seems easy to me. But not for Obama. He just kept getting kicked and kicked and kicked. Fucking liberals. I hate them. Too passive. Obama needs more balls.
That is my take on it, anyway. I had to cover my eyes. The fellow in the picture above is surely happy tonight. We will all be living in his America.
So. . . here is a soundtrack to things. It comes from the Broken Flowers soundtrack. YouTube tells me I shouldn't do this, but for you. . . .
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