It took me a while to wake up this morning. Late night, don’tchaknow.
I needed more coffee than Clara was going to be able to make me, so I went to the cafe. Still here, and I actually did work, so that’s good.
A produce delivery truck just drove by the cafe, advertising Fijian and Mexican produce. Huh.
Did you see the debate? Didja play Palin bingo? We did, but no one won. I think we were too busy diagramming her sentences in our heads to watch the bingo cards too closely. Well, sister Bethany and I were, anyway. Lala actually listened to what she said, and I thought her (lala’s) head was gonna asplode. It’s just better to let the words wash over you. Easier. She (Palin) was well-coached, though. It wasn’t the train-wreck drinking-game I thought it was going to be. Dammit.
We followed the debate by going to see one of my favorite bands of all time: Cheetahs on the Moon. Power ballads, man. With glam, glitter, Feathers, and a lovely lack of irony.
Now. More coffee.
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