Bong Hits for Breakfast

That's what I wanted to call yesterday's post-I-never-made. It was apropos. Waking up to the grim news of four more years, there had to be some way to numb that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Four more years, sure, but something tells me the damage from those four years may reverberate for years to follow. I know I can kiss any hope of Social Security goodbye, what with a "war" that "needs" to be fought. I'll shut up. I'm sure nearly every blog going had a post yesterday about the election or the resulting disappointment. I guess I'll go slide into a comfortable state of apathy and make like an ostrich.