Reagan's death managed to fuck my commute up at least three different times.

I'll always remember being stuck for 10 minutes on a corner above Dupont Circle to let Reagan's limo pass--when he went by, he waved to us like we were adoring crowds lined up to see him, when in reality all we wanted to do was cross the damn street.

But the fact that Ralph doesn't know that makes him the Michael Scott of ex-progressives.

bwah. he totally is.

Nader is obviously an utter down-to-the-marrow asshat, but does he even have more than eight or nine loyalists anywhere in the US? Isn't he too much of a bitter joke to be a spoiler anymore?

Well...if we're any indication, he's doing a great job of uniting the Democratic party. I mean, here we were this morning, some for Obama, some for Hillary, some ready to write in Al Gore, but we ALL feel the same about Nader.

Hee, the great uniter.

So then instead of working, I just spent like 20 minutes dithering about whether I should buy a $75 r/t ticket to see my friend in Michigan. ISTG.

stop dithering. the answer is yes.

I'm like a magic 8ball today.

Seriously. We could have helped you with that, Jesse, and saved you a lot of time.

::eyes Kat's tag::

'zat relatively new?

God, I should have called in sick today.

Newish. But I saw this magnet at a bookstore: [link] and I went searching for it before I saw the saying on your site.