When people ask me what I did over the weekend I can never, ever remember and it has nothing to do with drinking. I just don't remember unless I think hard. I do remember that on Saturday we took the ferry to Kingston to get ice cream. Yesterday: church, where we heard a sermon that was touching and encouraging and I am still excited by it (here is the link), then happy naptime, then I wrassled (not exactly wrestled) the inner turmoil that makes a regular appearance on Sunday nights. Does anyone else have that?
Here's a clip from the Ted Haggard documentary. I have so much to say I don't have anything to say.
"I think you might be confusing tyranny with losing. And I feel for you, because I’ve been there. A few times. In fact, one of them was a bit of a nail-biter. But see, when the guy that you disagree with gets elected, he’s probably going to do things you disagree with. He could cut taxes on the wealthy, remove government’s oversight capability, invade a country that you thought should not be invaded, but that’s not tyranny. That’s democracy. See, now you’re in the minority. It’s supposed to taste like a shit taco.” -Jon Stewart, responding to Conservatives attending tea parties and accusing the Obama administration of going against the “will of the people”
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Oh. My. Lay. Dee. Ga. Ga! That Ted Haggard one is creepy, funny, crazy, sexy, cool.
I call Sunday night ennui "getting a case of the 9:45s," as that is when it typically hits.
Mine hits at like 2:15. So I waste a whole afternoon wrasslin with misery.
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