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Gray skies back again. I have a To Do list six miles long but all I really want to do is sit around in my pajamas, nibbling on crusts of walnut cranberry bread smeared with mascarpone cheese and reading PICTURES AT A REVOLUTION: Five Movies and the Birth of the New Hollywood.
Thing is down time is more essential to me than eating or drinking. I simply have to have it. At least four hours a day. Otherwise I feel as though I don't exist.
I feel guilty about that.
But it's a metabolic need.
Other than that… I've been obsessing over the fact that Obama can't possibly win in November. As unpopular as Dubya Bush is, for his standard bearer McCain to be running neck and neck with Obama in the polls right now is a really bad sign. I hope I'm wrong. But I don't think I am.
Thing is down time is more essential to me than eating or drinking. I simply have to have it. At least four hours a day. Otherwise I feel as though I don't exist.
I feel guilty about that.
But it's a metabolic need.
Other than that… I've been obsessing over the fact that Obama can't possibly win in November. As unpopular as Dubya Bush is, for his standard bearer McCain to be running neck and neck with Obama in the polls right now is a really bad sign. I hope I'm wrong. But I don't think I am.
