1. Upon waking:

Wish I hadn’t had that last vodka soda.

2. Upon feeding Gus and Tugboat:

Guess I’d better put away that third bowl before I cry again.

3. On the morning commute, listening to this: 

When will America realize that Rudy Giuliani is a bat-shit crazy sociopath? Or do they really just hate themselves that much?

4. Thinking about "executive priviledge": 

The White House reminds me of a child’s tree house that says "NO GIRLS ALLOWED". Only it is my government, and it just says FUCK OFF.

5. On this:

Good thing. Those Katrina victims really have had just one hand-out after another, haven’t they?

6. On this:

Seriously? For the love of all that is good, can’t one of my European friends please figure out a way to hire me as a personal assistant and rescue me from this place?

7. On yeast infections:

There sure are some crazy hippy ways to solve that problem, and Lillet knows every single one of them. [From a conversation, NOT a blog entry, no doubt much to your relief.]

8. On this: 

OK, it’s just eerie now. I think maybe I’m psychic, really, because I’m pretty sure I said this… oh, maybe four YEARS ago?  Um, also? WE have the GALL to talk about lack of political reconciliation?

9. Upon finding I have no dill or whole grain mustard:

While I would prefer these boiled new potatoes with sea salt, dill and whole-grain mustard, the tarragon and Fox’s mustard as replacements do quite nicely in a pinch.

10. Upon seeing that Andre Williams will be at All-Good on Thursday: 

Well, OF COURSE, we are GOING, but it just won’t be a successful show in my mind if he doesn’t play "Pussy Stank".