Sleep deprivation diminishes creativity, they say…

I read something someone said, along the lines of, People wonder how the Germans could have let the Holocaust happen: well, here’s your answer (referring to the Patriot Act Bill, etc etc.).

Okay, Rickie Lee Jones was saying that in an interview. But just because she’s beautiful and has a fine voice doesn’t mean she can’t be right about things.

I was also wondering, does Kerry’s election hinge on his ability to convince people he could handle terrorism as well as or better than Bush? Because Bush has failed on pretty much everything else. I think he’s failed on security as well, but some people don’t seem to agree.

This 18-hour workday stuff is for the birds.

Grrreat, we thought. We’ll make a nice little weekend outing of it.

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#1 was off skiing with her school and #2 we sent to her grandparents because she preferred watching quiz shows with her grandmother to attending a rock concert with her parents; attitude like that and she’s only 6. But we swallowed our pride and let her go and, once her grandfather had picked her up and the front door had closed behind them, did that manic dance parents do when they have the house to themselves for the evening (any kids reading this just ignore that last bit, I’m sure your parents are different).

Prior to attending the concert, which featured the band of friends of ours, we went to an Italian restaurant for a couple glasses of wine and some food. My wife had the pizza bread and… no wait, she had the mixed appetizers plate and we shared the pizza bread, which in fact turned into sort of a m*tually-assured d*struction arms r*ce only with garlic instead of *ranium and we ended up ordering a second plate of it. You know how it is when you’re on a date and one of you eats garlic, then the other one has to eat garlic too?

I had a hunger for cheese. Little did I know my appetite would be satiated and then some that evening.

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Of all the gin joints in all the seedy, little, run-down, jerkwater towns quietly disintegrating into their constituent elements all around the world, she walks into my kitchen, wearing a black satin bra that could stop a .22 short and not much else. Well, except for pants, shoes, underwear etc.

“Hi, honey, how’d the business trip go?” I say.

“I was the only woman at the meeting,” she says.

“You make them all cry again?” I ask.

She nods and unhooks the bra. “Sheesh, this thing might look good, but it’s totally airtight.” She tosses it onto the table. At rest, it looks as though it fell off a space shuttle, except it’s black, not white, so maybe the Death Star.

Etc etc. I’m really busy today, so I can’t develop this, sorry. Also, going out of town this weekend, so no posting. And next week looks like it’ll be totally freaking busy as well, work-wise, so posting may be intermittent, rather than obsessive.