My brain is fried and not in a sissy pan-fried way. No, it’s the metaphorical Fry Daddy® for my gray matter. I’ve been working on the Obama campaign for most of the day, trying to send an e-mail to more than 14,000 volunteers. The melee that ensued has been nothing short of total insanity. I should’ve known this would be a crazy day when I started it by spilling oatmeal all over myself. The worst part is that after persevering all day, tackling obstacle after obstacle, I found myself mere inches from the finish line only to be denied the delight of accomplishing my task. For now I must concede. Evil mailing list? You’ve won today’s battle! But don’t flaunt your little comma separated values yet because I’ll be back!
And for the record, my tentative grip on sanity this week is courtesy of this squishy stress ball I got at the Target Dollar Spot:
The satisfaction I get from squashing it until its eyes bug out and tugging on it’s fringy armor is the sole reason I’ve survived the week without copious amounts of Xanax. You must get one!
Are you watching the debate tonight? I love how our country’s been re-invigorated by the political process. Debate nights are like Diddy’s White Parties in the Hamptons! It’s so refreshing to see people excited about the future and convinced they can actually make a difference.
I watched last week’s debate with Lean and a buddy of hers. They ended up chugging their beers every time McCain said “fundamental,” with extra chugs required for any mention of Vietnam or 911. To be fair, they’ll drink tonight every time Biden says “change.” If drinking games aren’t your speed, try Palin Bingo!