Debates
I promised myself I would watch the debate, but I just couldn't force myself to. Anticipation of disaster is worse than disaster itself, for most instances of disaster. I find myself flipping from pole to pole, from we're gonna lose, but what's the worst another four years could do to goddamn it, Rehnquist, Stevens, and O'Connor are probably going to retire in the next four years so we better win, or else.
In preparation I got really drunk, but not drunk enough, so I watched my new West Wing first season dvds instead of the debate. This makes me a bad person, I know, but really I knew what they were going to say before they said it, godammnit.
I miss Bill Clinton.
Now I guess I'll see what Chris Matthews has to say on Hardball.
Update: Ha! We won won, motherfucker! (at least for now) I only hope it means something.