Thursday, September 28, 2006
A Sick Day
I am trying to sleep, but the phone will not stop ringing, my nose is all stuffed up and the doggies are whining. I’d like to go back to bed but the Missus has the TV on and is watching some Arts and Crafts show. So I am looking at the news on the internet and I see that the sick little monkeys are still scampering about reeking havoc.
Some moron in Colorado walked into a high school took some kids hostage and shot a little girl to death. At least he had the decency to off himself.
Yesterday a team of French doctors took to the skies Wednesday for the first operation on a human being in zero-gravity conditions, removing a cyst from the arm of a man as the aircraft soared and dived to create weightlessness.
I have only two comments on this.
It figures that they were French.
If I could relive the glory days of my youth I probably would have to lie down for a good long time. I admire Mr. Woodward for attempting, but his book is going to end up in the clearance section of Barnes and Nobles in a short while because no one cares that Kissinger visits the President.
At least President Bush is not charging him anything to sleep in the Lincoln bedroom.
Remember all those celebrities that paid big money to have a sleep over with the Clintons?
Willy Nelson admits to smoking pot in our nations first house when he was invited by President Carter.
I’m now going to take my medicine and go back to bed.