Too many storms here. When I can sleep, I am too wired from the coffee I drank earlier in the day to keep me going because I couldn’t sleep before. I think it’s the storms. You can’t hear the cicadas with the windows closed and the air conditioning on. At least, they’re not loud enough to wake you. And they’re a nice, monotonous, sleepy sound anyway.
I’ve been listening to both Republican and Democratic opinions about the other party’s candidate. You know something? They’re both right. Both candidates suck. I wish there were a different choice. No, I don’t mean Ralph Nader. He’s not a candidate; he’s just a has-been who isn’t worth the effort it takes to pity him.
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