Holy cow, after what we all knew would be an über-stresseful day, I slept like a baby last night. Didn't even get up one time to tinkle and that's pretty rare, believe me, because Dr. Morell says the green pills can actually enhance bladder leakage.
I sure wish I could process what happened yesterday at Carrot Head's inauguration, but frankly, the whole day is somewhat of a blur. It was cold, I was anxious and I'm pretty sure Bill had swapped my DayQuil with NyQuil, which will knock you out quicker than a freight train when you don't see it coming. Today I scanned the label to see which drugs should not be taken with it, and every one of mine was on the list.
There are a few things I do remember: Carrot Head, Jimmy Carter's corpse, and Michelle with her never-ending bitch face. No matter when I looked over at her, her face was all squinched up and nasty-looking. She's always pissed, though. I think she's just angry because the cameras caught her in a full body shot, and biceps or not, that woman looks like she's being chased by a bag of basketballs, no matter what kind of WalMart stretch pants she wears.
I know, I'm being catty, but between you and me, diary, they're on their way out, so who really cares?
One person I don't remember seeing is Al Gore, which is just as well, because that man is just a pig. I know, dear diary, that's not a kind thing to say, but if I could attend after everything I went through with the you-know-what, you'd think he could have hauled his fat ass into the bleachers. A few drops of rain never killed anybody, but then Al was always somewhat of a whiny little snowflake.
I remember when Bill won the nomination back in 1996 and I was slated to become
I also vaguely recall
In any event, I don't recall much more than that, which is probably for the best. I'm back home now, resting up and moving forward. The hard part is over. Now I have to focus on more important things. Like why Oprah still hasn't returned any of my calls.