Okay, so my eye doctor tells me I have a "stain" on my cornea - like I had a scratch and it got infected and now I have a stain or ulcer.
Lovely.
Stain sounded better than ulcer though.
I have drops to take 4x a day for the next 5 days and I go back in to see him on Monday to see if it's cleared up.
But Obama has picked up a full twelve more endorsements today, running the gamut from the sublime (Carter) to the ridiculous (Kwame Kilpatrick), so there are certainly things afoot.
I'm getting next to nothing done today because I keep checking the superdelegates open thread at Daily Kos for new people.
TPM is pretty good too. [link]
I'd spread bullshit stories about how, as a Marvel fan, Obama needs a DC fan to balance the ticket.
Ooh. And then they can get RandomGuy to make some videos.
And lest we forget, the primary's not the only game in town:
"Once you abandon the artificial four-games-to-two framework that the media has tried to impose on the series, a very different picture emerges, with the Celtics leading by a mere 549 points to 539. Yes that’s right, the margin between the two teams is less than one percent—a tie, for all intents and purposes. This is probably the closest Conference Finals in NBA history, though I will thank you not to check on that."
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The sun is now at it's worst angle. Extremely difficult to see my computer screen now. By 3pm it should be past the skylight, though, and life will be good again.
Now? Eyestrain like whoa.
Lunch was good. I ate at Citizen Cupcake (a Citizen Cake offshoot) in the Virgin Megastore and flipped through Wm. Gibson's Spook Country and ate a fancy weenie (smoked bier. Not a patch on the bockwurst you get at Schroeder's, but still delicious.) with coarse ground mustard, cibatta bread and good sauerkraut.
Grocery shopping has taken up all my energy, so I think that my dinner may be spaghetti rather than the cold noodles with peanut sauce and seitan that I'd planned.
You know, I am going to order pizza for dinner. I haven't had it in ages, and there will be leftovers for tomorrow, which I can shove in my piehole when I'm home for 5 minutes to change and then go to a concert.
AND SHE'S MARRIED TO A *CANADIAN*
We all know the danger there!
Ok, that family?
Riddled
with foreigners. IJS.
How's he going to even get a security clearance? He won't be able to read his own briefings.