There's something in the air, the water, or my apartment. I think I've been drugged. When I say I couldn't get up this morning, there's not much exaggeration in that statement. I'm in the office now, and I could really just put my head down and go back to sleep. Instead, I have to jump on a conference call.
Snooze.
I had planned to write about the debate last night, but I need time to really wake up and check the facts. Surely I was dreaming that Mr. Romney tried to tie gun violence to single mothers. He also said something about a binder full of women. I know he ran the Olympics. Maybe he should also start an online dating service so that women get married and violence ends.
Ass.