2003-03-31 - 1:07 p.m.
This administration would make a great Family Circus cartoon. Ever notice that?
Miguelito: OK, which of you said invading Iraq was going to be a cakewalk?
Shrub: Not ME!
Cheney: Not ME!
Rumsfeld: Not ME!
Wolfowitz: Not ME!
Perle: Not ME! And oh, yeah, I resign.
Ashcroft: You're under arrest.
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But anyway. I think we all need a break from the war. Granted, the troops aren't getting one, and the Eurasian (excuse me--Iraqi) civilians aren't either, but my ranting about the war isn't going to make it end sooner. Besides, I heard somewhere recently that watching too much of the war on teevee is giving us all a kind of PTSD-by-proxy, and the last thing I need is to end up in therapy 10 years from now because nightmares starring a certain CNN anchor are making me wake up in a cold sweat every night.
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This past weekend was one of the best I've had in a while. Not because I did a lot, but because I didn't. The weather was glorious, my deadlines were either behind me or had become manageable, and even better, a number of my friends were in the same position, which meant quality hanging-out time and lots of it. Plus, when I went out onto my balcony Saturday morning I discovered that all the wildflowers down in the canyon had exploded into bloom overnight. It was one of those sights that are like Nature shouting, "TA-DA!" I just couldn't be stressed-out and depressed after seeing that.
Saturday night was tapas, sangria (two giant pitchers between the four of us) and lively intelligent conversation at a restaurant in Hillcrest, followed by weed at my house. I'm not sure what was weirder--the fact that we all wound up watching SNL for the first time in about 10 years, or that it was the first time that I'd ever watched it stoned. (Back in the days of the Original Cast--you know, back when it was good--I was too afraid my parents would find out I was doing pot, and once both I and my parents had ceased to care about that, I'd stopped watching SNL because it had started to suck.) It's definitely a lot funnier that way.
Sunday was very mellow. I got up early, washed the cobwebs and bong-resin out of my mouth with a mocha at Peet's, hung out for a while with a friend who works near my house, went to visit another friend and saw her new puppy, Mr. Sparkle (possibly the Coolest Dog Name Ever), then went home and fell asleep on the couch reading. After all the illness, missed deadlines, and war news of the last month, I'd almost forgotten what a great feeling it is to be completely stress-free in San Diego. I was so chill I was pissing liquid nitrogen.
Now, this week. Sigh.
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Dear Spammers: Please stop asking me if I want a bigger dick. I don't. Honest. It keeps getting caught in my wheelchair's front casters as it is. I can take a piss from out in the hallway and still hit the toilet bowl. The cat won't get on the bed with me at night anymore because she thinks I bought a pet boa constrictor that's going to eat her while she sleeps. Enough is enough, I tell you.
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