We drove by Obama's house the other day. Police are dispatched all around it, although I didn't think they looked alert enough. I want them to be on their toes.
In my dream yesterday, we were having dinner with the Obamas. Barack's hand did not work anymore, because it was too tired from shaking so many other hands during his campaign. It just hung useless by his side.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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