Thursday, January 14, 2010

I'm crispy. Working for 12 hours straight is too long. By my last appointment, I can't remember anything. What's that word-perineum, periosteum, peri-bottle, periwinkle??? Cripes. I love my clients but when we are all yawning, it's time to go home and have some toast and hot chocolate.

It's been raining here since the Great Flood. Or the Red Sea. The one Moses parted. I expect to find fish on my lawn or no lawn, just stuff floating around. Oh look, there go my red gardening shoes, swirling in little eddies.

Haiti is horrendous. I can't bear the pictures. Hurricane Katrina. And that horse's ass, Buchanan, saying they DESERVED IT because they made a pact with the devil because of the French. WTF? There is a special very hot place reserved just for ol' Pat. I know, I know, not Buddhist. Can't help it. Some people are IDIOTS. And dangerous.


Valerie Loveland said...

I don't know why I am always shocked when Pat Buchanan says another terrible thing. Ugh.

beth coyote said...

He needs to be restrained. Like with duct tape.