Further this deponent sayeth not.
Election days, even primaries, depress me. I don't want to vote anymore. I don't really believe my vote counts for anything. It has become like Christmas for me. I just plain believe that it is all commercial and has nothing real behind it anymore. Does anyone out there really believe that the presidency is not settled in "smoke filled rooms" rather than by ballot?
Saw my shrink today. He earned his money. My dream yesterday was about "safety" e-mail for details.
Two movies arrived in today's mail. Shoot 'em Up and Bridge to Tarabithia. Could they be more different?
After my shrinkologist appointment, I went with Sis to the plastic surgeon. The doc froze her palm and recommended - believe it or not - a duct tape bandage. The "wound" in her palm that wouldn't heal turns out to be a sort of wart. Go figger.
My poem will be posted late today. But it will be posted. No freewriting. Too tired after an afternoon in doctors' offices.