I Want to Go To Sleeeeep NOOOOOOOWW

I'm not, of course; I'm staying up to watch the debate, or at least make sure I record it, because I can't imagine I'll be awake through the whole thing. I keep remembering the presidential debate in 1976. (Yes, I'm old.) Let me recap for you.

It was a debate between Jimmy Carter, who no one had pretty much ever heard of, and Gerald Ford, the incumbent president who had never been elected, but was considered a really nice guy by just about everyone. I was watching the debate alone in my room at th3e graduate students' dorm at Rutgers University. So it's rolling along, and there was some kind of question about Poland, and Soviet influence there, and Ford -- the president -- said something along the lines of "Poland is not under Soviet influence. It never has been. I don't think the people of Poland think they're living under Soviet influence."

It was a huge giant DUH. Jimmy Carter's jaw dropped; it took him a minute to come up with a response. I don't remember who was moderating, but he was speechless, too, and everyone in the audience just watched like it was a car wreck. I yanked open the door of my room and ran into the hallway, where every door was opening and suddenly people who never spoke to each other were all asking "Did you see that? Did you SEE that? Did you see THAT?"

It was a moment. Perhaps there will be such a one tonight. It was considered a significant event in Ford's loss to Carter in the election.

Anyway, moving on. I am just too tired; I hope I sleep tonight. Once Bill Maher's show is on, I should be good. I love that show, but it always puts me to sleep, and I record it, so after it's been on, if I wake up again I just start it over, and it runs in a loop all night, which is good for me. I'll actually watch the show tomorrow when I'm sitting up at my desk. Tonight should be a good one, too, right after the debate.

I just ate some baked fish that I had in the freezer, and I am still starving. I've got another piece in there, but I don't know. I really do need some gourmet chef from somewhere to get into the habit of stopping by my house every day around five with leftovers from all the classes he's taught that day. Yeah, that's the ticket. That would work.

My cousin sent me some more pictures from the wedding, so now I actually have a few of the bride and groom. Nice, since I didn't actually take any of them myself. There were other pictures, too, and my daughters, of course, look beautiful. I look, in a word, fat. In another word, old. Although now that I look at them again, I can't say I look especially disfigured in them, which is how I see myself in most pictures, so I guess that's good. And I don't think I actually was fat, I think that I turn my head a certain way when I'm being photographed to avoid the whole disfigured thing, and it makes my face look wider, somehow. Of course, the double chin doesn't enhance anything, but that's not fat, that's genetics; my mother had a double chin when she weighted 110 pounds. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.


WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS :: ENTRY #1864
READING: Welcome to the World, Baby Girl! by Fannie Flagg