George W. Bush sucks. And do you know why he sucks? He sucks because he's in Duluth right now, monopolizing all the local television stations, including NBC, which means...I don't get to watch Ken on Jeopardy tonight! And that lousy son of a bitch expects to get my vote? (Dubya, not Ken. I would definitely vote for Ken.) Dream on, Georgie. Ken's going to get up to a million tonight, which is far more historical than the good-for-nothing President being in the area.

I'm trembling with anticipation (not really, that'd seem kind of dirty, even almost sexual) about this coming weekend. On Thursday night my favorite city boy (okay okay, my favorite boy, period) is coming up, and so is my sister. On Friday I'm going shopping and to see a movie with my favorite boy. On Saturday the Goldfine crew (except Cassi - damn that Cassi!) is making its way up to Tower, where the beer will flow like blood from a recently slaughtered heifer. I haven't seen Chelsea and Kelly for months and months and I can't wait to hang out with them again. They damn well better being pictures from their time spent abroad.

Thinking about this weekend is the only thing that will get me through these coming days in Embarrass, I reckon. Woe is me.