The Temporary Sunshine of the Occupied Mind

So get this. I open up blogspot, I read my last entry, and I’m like, “Double-yoo-tee-eff, mate? What the hell kind of writing is this?” Ick.

First Young Dems meeting tonight. Starting things in late January…hmm, what kind of a track record do I have with this? (Thoughts on Barack Obama to be posted later.)

I believe in a novelist God. History repeats itself in the most bizarre ways. It foreshadows itself so cleverly that you don’t get it until the punchline.

I’ll admit it – Aristotle, much too smart for me. Furthermore – CHID 205, yup, kicking my ass. (Sigh…that feels better.)

Zack and Becca are still together. Sarah and Christian are still together. I checked Facebook and it says Peter and Nicole are still together. It’s because he’s an evil monkey that lives in my closet. No, it’s true. Chuzzah for continuity. I wake up one day and suddenly everyone’s healthier and stabler than me.

I’m so glad we’re able to talk like this.

‘Tis all, children. Go to sleep.

Today’s Musical Insight (I’m Serious, I’m Going to Bed Now Because I Have So Much to Do Tomorrow Edition):

“The record won’t stop skipping, and the lies just won’t stop slipping, and besides my reputation’s on the line…”