Happy September 1. How are you?
I was gleefully sun-addled at Fire Island for a spell, and then paid a long-overdue visit to my family. Sun, sand, and sugar dulled the psychological impact of the incoming Republicans. However, upon hearing Giuliani's speech I felt as if I'd been bitchslapped. I can't fathom how one can publicly, wistfully hearken back to 9-11. The comingling of gore and glory in that speech is truly shocking to me.
I hope this convention is just an unsatisfying plot device to an overhyped blockbuster that's about to flop.
More later -- I have to go to the doc. Maybe this time I'll get another wrongful diagnosis! Hmm, what do I want. Scales? Thrush? Bird flu, anyone?
1 comment:
I have 2 tubes of goo that should make the gross, persistent cracks in the corners of my lips finally go away. Hurrah!
Everything else in in ship shape.
Thank you for your concern.
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