Not much happened today, which is fine, because I needed a rest. There's simply too much work to be done and darn it, I need to get back to work. Even Dr. Morell says that I should be up and around, but I can't even brush my teeth without downing a few Paxils, so I guess it's going to be the old "one day at a time" for this recovering warrior.
At times like these, I like to lay in bed and reflect on life. What it means to be a woman, for example, and what I can do to further the cause for all women to break that glass ceiling. I'm heartened by the progress Angela Merkel has made in
On the other hand, I'm more than a little curious about that Marine Le Pen over in France. She's a lot more like Carrot Head is here, making all kinds of noise about shipping immigrants back to their countries of origin. She wants to deny them medical care and end citizenship by marriage, too, which Carrot Head hasn't threatened but actually doesn't seem like a bad idea to me. Confidentially, why would anyone want to marry a dark person when we have plenty of light people here?
Even though I don't agree with Marine, I have to admit I admire her strength. I think we need more strong, self-assured women. I also like how she wears her hair: blonde, casually swept without being too severe. It gives her an air of confidence that
Marine also has those strong, piercing blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue-eyed blondes. I bet she
I have to stop now. I'm feeling a little squishy.