Still Whiny

Still sick. Still tired. Still overwhelmed. Still whiny. But by God I WILL be better by tomorrow, so I can drive to Disneyland and have a good time. Or at least not a miserable, suffering, snot-filled, bone-sucking tired time. Is that so much to ask? Work, you miserable antibiotics, WORK! I command thee! Gimme that ol' magic bullet! I, the petulant "want-it-now" boorish entitled American, want to feel better RIGHT NOW!!!

Ahem. I do believe that was my outside voice. Fingers moving too quick for censorship mechanism to catch up. Too late! Onward!

I've been trying not to read the news today, but I keep getting sucked in. I feel like post-election, the world should be different somehow--bleaker, darker, with people randomly being mean to me on the streets or on the phone. But strangely, nothing has changed (yet). Things seem to just keep on keepin' on, in much the same way as they always do. It's almost creepy. Shouldn't the world be dissolving into flames and noxious, roiling clouds of black greasy smoke right about now, with cackling demons poking red hot tridents into our backs to keep us moving along the slave assembly line? Maybe I'm getting just a bit carried away. It probaby will take at least another 6 months before we get to the assembly line stage.

In other, happier news, I just watched the trailer for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. Ok, dammit, I'm excited. It looks chock full o' whiz bang flashy fighty cool over the top space opera. I'll be there on opening night, you know I will. Bread and circuses, baby. Fill 'er up.