I've got bits and pieces of this assassin-of-youth television cum spoken word rant rattling around in my head. I ought to commit it to paper, I really should. I guess I'm afraid of writer's block, not being able to finish the job, that I'll get painted into a corner and uninspired halfway through.

Got out of the house today. Sorely needed. Spent time with Ella which is always time well-spent. Now I'm considering watching Kerry's speech. I'm torn between my desire to see Anyone But Bush win and my stomach turning from watching a politician say precisely what he thinks I want to hear.

Laundry should wash itself. Someday it will. But not this day.