I voted. It didn't do me any fucking good, but I voted.
And we came home and had dinner, and I watched cartoons and Jeopardy and my father made pie (pumpkin! Who needs a recipe?), and I worked on a book until I got to the point where I have to cut more cardboard because the widest strip isn't wide enough, and I watched "X-files" re-runs and a pretty good episode of "Smallville" and posted kitty pics, and went to bed and got up and went to bed again and read Shirley Jackson and watched Perfect Blue and tried to call my brother and read some more and.. here I am.
My brother suggested I send Bush threatening letters and maybe I'll meet someone nice in prison.
Seems like every election only pushes us closer to a revolution. But the people are too passive now.. still bending over whenever Bush mentions war.
And we came home and had dinner, and I watched cartoons and Jeopardy and my father made pie (pumpkin! Who needs a recipe?), and I worked on a book until I got to the point where I have to cut more cardboard because the widest strip isn't wide enough, and I watched "X-files" re-runs and a pretty good episode of "Smallville" and posted kitty pics, and went to bed and got up and went to bed again and read Shirley Jackson and watched Perfect Blue and tried to call my brother and read some more and.. here I am.
My brother suggested I send Bush threatening letters and maybe I'll meet someone nice in prison.
Seems like every election only pushes us closer to a revolution. But the people are too passive now.. still bending over whenever Bush mentions war.