No, strike that.
I can't write about the Presidential races right now, or the criminal Bush regime losing its tapes and its emails, and then finding them again, or not, and what McConnell has up his sleeve.
I have to go put my head in a bucket of water now. And I saw the local scrapbooking store walking home tonight and thought... Why?
Is this just a girly thing I'm destined never to get?