04 December 2008

just now the world could burn down

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... and it wouldn't get a rise out of me. I was so desperate for the campaign "season" [read "century"] to end. I got to the point where I felt that even if McSenile won I could still celebrate the end of that infinitely demoralizing mountain of crap finally drifting off into space. I felt that if Obummer won I could be grateful in honor of Martin's ghost and resume my interest in saving the world, but, maybe it's just HaloScan picking on me, I swear I've still got the blues for you. It couldn't be any worse if you burned down in front of my eyes.

I'm hoping I'm in a coma somewhere and this is just the buddhas of the ten directions teaching me through the use of a long, coma-induced hallucination of planetary horror....

[No. Seriously. I've had to resort to my happy pill to get the juice to go to the store.]

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