I coincidentally was in Chicago for the Prop 8 Protest. See the action here.

This is not my picture, but it is exactly what goes on at my house at night. There are several sets of kittens outside and just a couple of weeks ago B found another set of kittens. Half of the cats were born in the spring this year and the rest are adults. They are impossible to catch but because we feed them and the neighbor feeds them they hang around.

I am physically repulsed by Keith Olbermann, but I kind of want to have sex with him.

Ya.

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Courtesy of B who is in Chicago today.

Long-ish lines but thankfully no confusion among most. No curtains or privacy when you vote at our location.

The room where everyone’s lines snaked around like waiting for a ride at Six Flags. It smelled like moist stinky breath and dirty head. After waiting for about a half hour we had voted and were walking out.

Good luck to everyone.

Whatever…

I always forget her birthday.

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B has the stomach flu and I have sinus issues. Leaves are falling and so is my immunity to sicknesses. Everything stinks like vitamins here. I am hiding out at my mom’s so I don’t catch the foulness that has B. A night without sheets to fit the extremely hard bed and only one (!) pillow to sleep with. Meg took over the bed and twitched and ran in her sleep all night long. After laying down at about 1 ish I felt as thought I’d been half sleeping forever and looked at my cell to see 0338. I had my alarm set for five. I half slept until it went off trying to figure out how to position the pillow so it wouldn’t hurt my head. I listened carefully to my stomach gurgle and felt like I was starving all night long. I hoped my stomach wouldn’t change from starving to nauseous to emergency. I shifted from my back to my right side to my stomach back to my left side. This feels like the longest day ever and the tiredness is turning into wooziness. Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays.