Open the Wells

So, remember what you were doing last year at this time?

I was sitting at work (old job) trying not to freak out about the election that was happening. I had already voted, but was nervously reading what I could on the internet and thinking about my nighttime plans. I went home in the dark and looked at exit polls until it was time to go watch the returns with my friends.

I also nearly got into a loud argument with my friend’s boyfriend’s sister about whether the Iraq war was the cause of the economic collapse (which it SO wasn’t, I’m sorry. I hate the war, but I also can’t put up with biased stupidity, be it liberal or conservative). I did back off, because I realized it wasn't going anywhere good. Plus we were both guests in someone else's home. But I was right.

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Speaking of biased stupidity, I had to hide a Facebook friend the other day because she was posting crap. I don’t like hiding Facebook friends, but I do it for the sake of my blood pressure. I do hate political arguments on Facebook, but I also hate misinformation, so I want to go on there and correct it – and that LEADS to political arguments. Vicious cycle.

I intend to send a letter to Facebook requesting the ability to hide status updates based on words contained therein.

For example: Hide all posts from [Name of friend] containing the word [Palin] or [Obama]

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I think I should write a novel this month, since it’s National Novel Writing Month. If I start tomorrow, I only have to write 2000 words a day, which should be too hard, right? I have an idea, but fleshing it out is the hard part.

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I’m listening to hymns as I type this and enjoying it immensely. My birth plan, should I ever have a child, is to go into a dark room and be completely alone. I used to say this as a joke, but now I take it more seriously because a) I realized that’s a legitimate response and birth plan, and b) I really, really like being left alone when I am in pain. But I would listen to hymns.

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Last night I put on The Biggest Loser and saw them doing their weigh-in on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Congrats, Lincoln, you saved the Union at the cost of 620,000 lives . . . so the morbidly obese could weigh themselves in Washington, D.C. The people who produce that show must take themselves awfully seriously, is all I’m saying.

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If the Yankees are going to win this World Series, they need to do it tonight. There’s no reason to have a Game 7 and mess up my Thursday evening TV plans if the Phillies are going to lose.