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Good Morning, Captain.

Before starting this blog entry I briefly wondered how many times I can write about the fact that I’m not a morning person and then I decided that I don’t really give a shit, it’s my blog and I can write about whatever I damn well please.

This should be an indication of my mood this morning.

There is nothing responsible for putting me in a less-than-sunny mood this morning other than the fact that it’s not even 7 a.m. and here I am up and about. This idea of offering only one section of a required course at 8 a.m. is ridiculous. I wonder what the folks that work during the day and go to night school are suppose to do about getting this class onto their schedule.

I wrote a letter to the president of the college asking him to have someone please fix the clocks. None of the clocks in the creatively named “Academic Building” work properly. The time displayed in the hallways is nothing close to what we consider real time in these parts, but I do know what time it is in Guam, Halifax and Moscow in case you’re wondering. None of the classrooms have clocks because it depresses the students. I’ve heard that theory from a couple of folks but I believe it’s because the school is cheap and they didn’t want to go to the expense. I get depressed when the instructor starts on time and people come wandering in for the next ten minutes because they don’t know what time it is.

Earl was out of town last night and that has me somewhat cranky as well. As I burrow under the covers I think about the fact that It’s cold in our house because our energy costs have gone through the roof again. I think I’m ready for winter to be over. I’m ready for warmer weather and wearing as little clothes as socially acceptable. I hate bundling up. I wish I could wear shorts all year ’round.

I am so tired of this presidential election I could scream. People are rampantly hating Hillary and few know why they hate her, they just know they have to hate her so they do. I guess I can’t really complain though because I have no basis for my complete distrust for Obama but there’s something that just doesn’t add up right for me when I listen to his speeches and his other plans for a better tomorrow. And don’t even get me started on the other side of the fence, all I see are cranky old men doing cranky old things that will at the very least undoubtedly cost Earl and I more money to prove that we are still human beings because after all, if it ain’t fear sanctioned love, it’s not love. If the truth were to be known, none of the presidential candidates really do anything for me and this is all going to boil down to the less sucky choice.

I know no one takes me seriously when I declare that I want to move to Ireland but it still holds true. It’s my own fault for voicing my dreams out loud for most of my life. If you dream it and don’t follow through with it, people think you have no sense of direction.

Truth be known, my direction is usually different than everyone else’s. And that doesn’t bother me in the least. They tell me look at the big picture. They don’t get that I’m looking at a completely different painting.

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  1. “…If the truth were to be known, none of the presidential candidates really do anything for me and this is all going to boil down to the less sucky choice…”

    That pretty much sums up my position. Just this morning I slapped my favorite political bumper stickers on my cars: “Vote ’em all out!”

  2. Having a different take on life and having a different opinion – is good!

    Don’t change who you are — that’s what makes life so interesting. It is the unique way in which we all conduct our lives.

    Presidential candidate? There isn’t much to select from – sadly~

  3. “They tell me to look at the big picture. They don’t get that I’m looking at a completely different painting.” OK – I am so stealing this quote for my blog and using it and I’ll give you credit for coining it but I will use it so much it will be known as “Sean’s quote” and there’s nothing I can do about that. AND you just summed up in 20 words my own personal feelings in that all the whining on my blog I never been able to do as well. For what it’s worth, even if we’re not looking at the exact same picture, I’m pretty sure we’re at least in the same wing of the museum 🙂

  4. I support fleeing the country. At first I felt a little guilty about moving to Australia… you know, you’re supposed to stay and fight for change – but it’s not like I’ve given up my citizenship, I’ll still vote and make my views heard. Hopefully the US will be a beacon for hope again sometime in the future.

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