I was laying about in my
Obamamania last week. I was spent, exhausted, and at a
loss for words. I even
"turned the volume down" and let myself
be vulnerable. Now, I must return to normal lest our enemies get a few days respite.
Sleep is the cousin of death, so I have no choice but to return to my sharp, biting, occasionally miserable, self.
Are you with me?
1 comment:
most folks a Pay check away from a pink slip
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