Posted on November 8, 2008 in Campaign 2008 Routine
The electricity that was in the air wherever you went online is gone. People aren’t taking to the streets as they were just a week ago. Civil war doesn’t seem right around the corner. The McCain/Palin people have swallowed their spit and gone home. Online chatters and bloggers have begun to quarrel about whether Obama has begun to betray them or not. But that is an esoteric conversation founded on perceived slights.
I am stuck here nursing a toe whose wound heals over at the rate of tenths of a millimeter a day. Nature remains too many uneven steps away and I am not an entenpreneur if you count it in dollars. My own psychologist tells me that my life is so boring that we are terminating therapy until I have a crisis worth her time. So what does one write about in these empty hours? There’s little that creativity or pomposity spawns on a night such as this. I am in need of adventure, something to pull soul out of the skin.
Just not like this: