I got eight hours of sleep in yesterday, which was enough to see me through the night... but I'll probably go to sleep in the dentists' chair. He won't mind, though, it'll be better than the crying and screaming that I usually do...
Pretty easy night, which I rightly deserve. I seldom get what I deserve, and maybe that's a good thing.
All of this Clinton-anti-clinton stuff has me worn out. There are a lot of Republicans and assorted other right-wing anti-Clintonites crowing, and I can't really figger out why. This is not watergate, this is not Iran-Contra... this is nothing at all. Let them celebrate their "victory" if they will. It's damned little, if you ask me. Not that anyone would ask me.
Re: yesterdays' comments about mailing list clamming up after I post: shortly after I posted a 3K message from Zach about the demise of In His Own Words webring on diary-l, someone wrote "Hmmm: things have grown quiet on diary-l..."
I rest my case.
Regarding In His Own Words webring, of which I was a former member... it's gone. It was teetering anyway, then it got hacked by the guy who I decided that I wouldn't link to. Very very juvenile behavior on the part of someone unknown.
I am an admirer of honesty and of taking responsibility. (I know, Mike, I know!) I have come to despise this person for their dishonesty and lack of character. And no, I wasn't really upset when it was just an anonymous site. Just when s/he became an anonymous sniper. Dirty pool... very dirty pool. Hiding in bushes in the dark, waiting for someone to walk by and pounding them with a stick when they do.
So... I'm pretty down on the human race in general. The New IRA in Ireland is really really sorry that they killed all of those people. Well, OK, I read Trinity, I know that it's not all religion, or very much religion, really. So they say. Just a matter of catholics killing protestants and vice versa. But not really religiously.
Nah. It just looks like a religious war.
What a bunch of bullshit.
On another subject... when I pulled into the parking garage last night, my favorite parking place was open, and I pulled most of the way into it when I saw the sign:Reserved for Clergy. Was I pissed? No, I laughed. Another handicapped parking place... ethically handicapped. Sellers of lies. Arrgh.
OK, so it wasn't another subject anyway. Sue me.
I seem to be saying that a lot lately.
Really, another subject. Lisa's grandmother is in the hospital yet again, having suffered a mild coronary last Friday night. That woman spends as much time at St. Francis as I do, and she's been retired from there five years. I wish her well, as usual. I went up to see her, and she was asleep. Every time I go to see her she's asleep. She thinks that I don't like her, 'cause she never sees me when I see her. O'well.
So... it's off to the dentist I go, skipping along happily. Well, OK, trudging grumpily, sleepily. Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, Dopey... maybe Cinderella will be the assistant... or was that Snow White.
Whichever. Most likely, the wicked witch of the West. My luck.
Tomorrow...