Random anxieties, worries

     UPDATE: Barack Obama is suspending his campaign for a real, legitimate, heartbreaking reason. This trumps the tally of pitiful distractions below. Prayers to the Obama family tonight.

     As my mother used to warn when I was five and whining: tone. Tone.

1. Limbaugh and other conservative mouthpieces stirring the uglypot
2. Ricky Dicky Davis, Part A: spicing up said uglypot with stale Rev. Wright dogshit
3. McPalin attributing more credibility to some random fake plumber's assessment of their opponent as "socialist" than they do to anyone with an actual brain
4. Nancy Poopinfucker making her own crappy contribution to the uglypot with her assertion that fully one-third of Virginia isn't real
5. Ricky Dicky Davis, Part B: implying there's something sinister about millions of people just like me and M donating an average of $86 to Obama/Biden
6. Bachmann Bachmann Bachmann

     God, there's too much to fully catalog. On top of it, I don't feel well. My energy is waning and the I'm eating more hydrocodone than ever. A asked tonight when I am going to feel better, because she wants to go places with me. My time with her lately has been limited to snuggling on the big blue sofa, or in bed. 

     Anxious and worried.