The only thing I have to say about tonight's debate.

[apocalypsos]

In my head, I've already decided that Obama has secretly gone to Aaron Sorkin for an, "Oh, snap, yo," response that reads a little something like, "Why in the ever-lovin' FUCK do you give such a resounding shit about my passing acquaintance from some charity board with a reformed criminal when the economy is in the crapper and some of the guys on YOUR staff appear to have been part of the problem?"

And now I need to finish chapter three of The Hollow Girl, because then I can shower and get ready while watching The Monster Squad, and then I can start drinking and writing OH TP NO, and then hopefully I will either be so drunk later that I'll sleep through the debate or I'll be too busy watching anybody but Kenley win Project Runway.