Monday, October 11, 2004
Goodnight, moon
Thud, thud, thud....
That's the sound of me slamming my head against the wall of my tiny room under the stairs at The Mighty Corrente Building. How... can... anyone... vote... for... Bush....
I just don't get it. Or rather, I hope I don't get it. Orcinus thinks he gets it. Read the whole thing. I certainly hope he's wrong.
Anyhow, it looks like this weekend I'll get to go on a GOTV expotition. Not that doors are really easy to knock on, in downtown Philly, but I'll give it my best shot.
That's the sound of me slamming my head against the wall of my tiny room under the stairs at The Mighty Corrente Building. How... can... anyone... vote... for... Bush....
I just don't get it. Or rather, I hope I don't get it. Orcinus thinks he gets it. Read the whole thing. I certainly hope he's wrong.
Anyhow, it looks like this weekend I'll get to go on a GOTV expotition. Not that doors are really easy to knock on, in downtown Philly, but I'll give it my best shot.
