I'm watching the presidential debate as I write this, which means I have to write about something else right now. Don't ask me why. I can't walk and chew gum at the same time either. The political section of my brain is otherwise occupied and can't expand any more at the moment. Stay tuned.
I'm off kilter right now anyway. I'm tired from two ragged days at work and all I want to do is sleep. For a week. Surfer Dude's arm is still up in the air. Literally. We'll find out Thursday what the soccer forecast is for the rest of the season. Then there's the fact that I'm still married. This frickin' divorce was supposed to be final a month ago and it still isn't. Our papers are sitting on the judge's desk just waiting for a signature and a "see ya later, alligator". But noooo. He had to be out of town last week. And have a trial the week before that. Does he not realize that those papers are the most important thing on his To Do List? Dude. Buy a clue. Don't make me open a big ol' can of whoop ass on you.
Just sign the damned papers.