protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 11 B
Got viciously drunk on Edwards’ optimism last night and am quite hungover this morning as a result. Head feels stuffed like a Sandy Berger trouser leg. To make matters worse, I found a message scrawed in Revlon Illuminance Creme Shadow lipstick on my bathroom mirror just now that reads, “the monkey loveses the spanky!” So I think I’m going to be sick.
update: my room smells a bit like Greta Van Susteren. But then so does cherry Pez. So I’m not going to read too much into that.