Strange range
I dreamt last night that I made out with Joe Biden. And it was good. I actually like Joe Biden–but not in that way. He’s kind of curmudgeonly, but intelligent, and of course, a Democrat. I loved his vice presidential debate speech against Sarah Palin (who?) where he broke it down like a mean old man.
One of my favorite expressions is, “I’m sweatin’ like a wildebeest” even though it makes no sense because wildebeests are not known for profuse sweating. I know, because I looked it up.
If it’s going to be this fucking hot over the weekend, count me out. I’ll be happily at home, doors closed, TV on, cocktail in hand, thankyouverymuch.
