Man, you can tell I'm tired and I have a lot on my mind

I can't wait until this election year is over.  Of course, the last time I was this fed up, the election went on for weeks longer than it was supposed to, so I should probably keep my damn mouth shut. 

I guess I'm just sick of all of the bullshit, and we all know it's bullshit.  We have just become accustomed to deciding which bullshit we would rather listen to, and agree with.  It doesn't matter who it comes from anymore.  We have people everywhere screaming about who did what dishonest thing, and whether or not we want someone like that in office.  It doesn't matter whether it's for President of the United States, or some Judge, everything they do is dishonest, before and after they are elected.

Anyway, I'm at the point where I don't even want to watch the news.  Of course, watching the Daily Show on Comedy Central can be fun, because they tend to call everyone for what they are.   But even then, it's just a reminder of what buffoons we have running the nation.

In other news, on Thursday I am leaving for Oklahoma City for Mid Continent Alliance, which is a Big Men's Convention (read Catered Orgy) at the Habana Inn, a gay hotel.  I have been to the Habana once before, at Bearidise a couple of years ago.  Really nice place, and the guys are friendly enough.  They have two pools, and the area is fairly secluded.  They even have a couple of gay bars in house, but I haven't really been to either one.

Right next door there is a burger joint which has pretty good food from what I remember.  That's really the only place I ate the whole time I was there, and I"m sure that will happen again this year.  It's never too hard to get a group of guys to shimmy over and wreck the nerves of the poor girl behind the counter.

The weekend should be fun, although I am a little concerned about the drive.  Instead of driving myself, which I usually do, I am riding with some friends of mine who are picking me up on their way from Columbus, OH.  7 big men in one minivan should prove to be the makings of a rejected reality show in and of itself.  Let's face it, even the best of friends will be tested during a 13 hour one way trip across the flat midwest.  Ah well, what doesn't kill you gets you medicated.  Such is life.

Tomorrow, I am running to Indianapolis and carting my Mom to work.  I like the drive and it gets me out of the house, and it gives me some one on one time with Mom, which never happens anymore.  My fault, I know.

Well, I should head off to bed.  I'm tired, and anything I typed from this point on will just be the rambling of a man past his bedtime.  No one wants that.

Song stuck in my head tonight:  "Toxic" by Britney Spears

G'night!

William
(reigning Cootie champion 7 years running)