Leaving Town

I'm taking a very short working vacation. I'll fly out of Burbank on Thursday morning with PseudoAunt and her father. We'll be back her by midday on Saturday. There won't be time for a lot of frivolity but even a change of scenery will be good, although most of the scenery I'll view will not be as attractive as the scenery I view here on a regular basis. Still, change is sometimes good.

I've bee with my PseudoRelatives the past three nights, counting tonight. Sunday night we were awakened and kept awake when a driver who was stopped fled the police, ditched his car in the PseudoRelatives' neighborhood, and attempted to hide. Sleeping was a lost cause.

Last night the PseudoRelatives' dog was disturbed by something or someone in their backyard, and she made sleeping impossible. We learned this morning that a male was seen entering a backyard to the rear of the PseudoRelatives' house just before the dog became agitated. the neighbors all think the suspect or suspects hiding Sunday night left drugs here and returned to pick them up. I hope they found them, because I don't want the bad guys to come back even if they theoretically have no interest in harming the neighborhood residents.

Willard Romney's campaign is becoming almost exciting. What would it take for him to throw in the towel? it seems that the GOP can't really ditch him because he gained enough delegates through the primaries and caucuses to win the nomination on the first ballot. Is it possible that he would be selfless enough to acknowledge that he couldn't possibly win because of his issues with discrepancies concerning what he hs said and what has turned out to be true in all sorts of areas? I can't see him doing that, and I wouldn't even say that he should at this point, because it's still very early. Still, my guess is that no matter what the opposition had on him, he would still be singing the Scott Peterson ballad of "Deny, Deny, Deny" even in the face of damning evidence. I can't help wondering if The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is re-thinking the whole Romney candidacy idea in terms of positive P.R. for their church.

If i were a rank-and-file member of the LDS church who had ever been under the ecclesiastical authority of Willard Romney, I would have serious misgivings about having been judged by a man who appears, at least at face value,  to lack integrity

I wonder what the people on Twitter had to tweet about before Mitt Romney came along.

Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life [sounds of projectile vomiting]

I don't know why the title of this entry popped into my head. It's one of my least favorite phrases of all time. My mom says when she was little, even before the Wheaties commercial (or whatever other cereal that used it for financial gain), T-shirts, greeting cards, and other various venues sported the hackneyed saying. It's good that I was not alive then, because I probably would have burned or at least spat upon anything bearing the Mr. Obvious proverb.

That covers my spiritually uplifting moment of the day. Moving on to more pertinent matters, I am no longer incarcerated, having been sprung from the joint approximately twenty-six hours, thirty-nine minutes, and twelve seconds ago. Shortly after I arrived hime, my dad gave me an injection of Dilaudid and anti-emetics because I was in pain and nauseous. Duh! Am I competing for the title of Ms. Obvious, or what? Even though I despise injections, the dual-purpose cocktail certainly hit the spot. I departed from The State of Consciousness within ten minutes of having been injected, and didn't wake up until about forty minutes ago. I now vaguely understand why it is that people wish to continue living. I can't go anywhere or do anything yet, and even if I could, I would have only one arm, one good kidney, and no  lower midsection worth having with which to do it. This is a temporary condition, though. I will get better and I Shall Return. Do I get extra credit in the Ms. Obvious competition for quoting General MacArthur?

!!!!!!!!!!!WE INTERRUPT THIS POST FOR A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the event that you know where I live and are an opiate fiend, I should also clue you in to the fact that narcotics aren't normally stored in my house, and never in large quantities. My dad brought home what he thought he might need to get me through my first twenty-four hours outside the pokey.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WE RETURN TO REGULAR PROGRAMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My brother's date with the girl who crashed her car into my mom's car while I was driving went well. The prospective lovebirds have a second outing planned for later this week. I sincerely hope the girl doesn't put out on the second date because I will have neither the desire nor the energy to have The Contraception Talk with my brother before the next date happens.

Tomorrow is the second day in the rest of your life. Get over it.

Ciao.