Bridget Callahan is Your Best Friend

Happy Super Tuesday!
Or as one article on young people voting called it... Super DUPER Tuesday!

My weekend consisted of getting drunk often enough, and then Sunday I got very depressed by the Patriots loss. Not that I watched the game. In fact, all I saw of the game were the few minutes I caught during Iron Chef commercials. But some people root for the underdogs...and some people don't. I don't. Underdogs are called that because they are not as good as the top dogs. And I really wanted them to have a perfect run, it would have been so mythical and frankly, transcendent. But I guess tragedies make good stories too.

My mother got back from Honduras, and promptly came down with a killer cold, which I think is some rare tropical disease she probably contracted from being around so many dying species. Or the orphans. Anyway, I now have the disease as well, and I will be making out my will soon, so time to suck up. I know you all have your eye on my CD collection of indie bands from 2003-04, or my amazing paperback collection of Hercule Poirot novels. And lets not forget my bags of "really cool clothes I found at a thrift store that will someday fit me". There's some gems in there.