wake me up before this begins

I forgot to write anything yesterday, and I'm sure I had something in mind but it's vanished now. Last night I had some of Sarah's tasty salsa, and Tyler's delicious salsa for dinner on fish tacos. My father caught a delicious bass, you see, and it was so good I almost regret sharing. Hah. We had a good dinner, and there was beer drinking and cd burning and fun.

Today I'm driving to Houston for Krista and Bob's birthday/getting deployed party. It should be a lot of fun, even with such a grim thing hanging over our heads. Since I found out Bob was going to Iraq, I watched Baghdad ER on HBO, and then stopped reading the news about Iraq almost entirely. (I read one article in Vanity Fair) It's just been a little too much for me to process. I have an uneasy feeling that this is what my mother felt like watching her friends get sent off to Vietnam, except they were wrangled in by force. Bob was just crazy and re-enlisted.

I can't fault him too much, other than the horrible horrible timing. You have to follow your heart, where and whenever that might take you. A military career is a fine and honorable thing. Both of my grandfathers were military men, one in the Army and one in the Air Force. It's just that this world, this travesty of a war and 'reconstruction' is the scariest thing I think I've ever seen. People are dying every day, and it just keeps getting worse. Three steps forward, four steps back, and does this fucking administration have any brains at all anymore? We were rushed into this crazy vendetta of a war when it became too hard to deal with Afghanistan, when we didn't have enough balls or support to attack Iran, and because someone up there in Washington has a personal beef with Iraq because of his daddy. This whole business has been rotten from the start, and look at what we have to show for it. Free, democratic Iraq? Right. That and a dollar will buy you an orange these days.

Time to stop thinking about this because it only makes me so mad I lose all ability to remain coherent and rational.

Project Runway - wow. Wacky, wacky challenge. I am glad that granny circle girl has finally gone back to Ohio, because I think she's demonstrated she has no idea about fashion. I want to fly first class with Tim to Paris!! Full of envy, full of envy. Jeffrey needs to be kicked in the balls, Laura is my most favorite person ever, and Michael has fantastic talent. Tyler and I think those will be our final three. I love Kayne dearly, but I don't think his vision goes over too well with the judges even though I often like his vision. (Maybe it's because I'm white trash from the South) Uli is charming, but fast becoming a one trick pony. Vincent - do I even have to elaborate? This man is on crack.

Deadwood is possibly on the best television shows ever made, and I think I'm going to walk around callng everyone hoopleheads from now on. I love this show with a burning passion. It's Shakespeare drenched in the dust of the American West, with enough gore and cursing and sex to beat out the finest of ancient tragedies. I really want to just sit down and watch the entire run of three seasons all at once.

I need to finish drinking my coffee, stop looking at the net and pack the car.

ow ow ow

I stabbed myself in the finger with a razor blade and cut into my fingernail, causing bleeding and long lasting stupid pain. This is making my day so much harder than it needs to be.