So my rotten child gave me some horrible version of the flue. I am chock full of snot, I hurt everywhere and I’m not happy.

And my famn damily (namely my brother) is taking his own sweet time getting back to me about helping keep the power on. If I know him, we’ll go a few days with no lights so he can feel righteous before he helps. Or he just won’t help. Wev.

And the Obamabots may have rigged the vote in Gary, IN. And Donna Brazile doesn’t think the Democratic party needs white working class voters or latinos (or women by the way we’ve been treated).

I’m going to bed. Wake me when the revolution starts.