First of all, I spent most of my day outside, including cooking lunch out there. So between that and a little blogging and chasing after my children, one of them in potty training (and not doing so well), I did not get into either my Earth Day festivities or election coverage (except for incessant talk radio) until almost 9pm. But that's okay.
I didn't get any mowing with my gas lawn mower done (that's today), and I didn't get any extra driving for shits and giggles in either, mainly because of the unholy price of gas. So it was with darkness fallen that I lit my fire. And it was a beautiful fire, burning high and bright. I burned glossy magazines and a little plastic and some cardboard and some wood. And then there was the styrofoam. The beautiful toxic smell rising up to pollute the air. And then there was that old blanket. I don't know what was in it, but I got it from my grandmother, and it burned like a bastard. So I sat next to it, played a little guitar, and listened to the returned in Pennsylvania.

Oh, and McCain won, spending his time campaigning for Democrat votes in obscure places instead of giving a shit about the contest, as he doesn't have to. And Ron Paul has no grasp of reality, the idiot. He still doesn't matter.
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