Well, here I am at the Mayflower in DC.  Didn’t get much sleep last night – some redneck-sounding hick was pounding on a door down the hall, hollerin’ “Laura, honey, please, let me in baby!  You know that bitch Condi don’t mean nothin’ to me.”  When I went out to see what the hell was going on, two guys wearing sunglasses (at two o’clock in the morning; what up with that?) and earpieces told me to get the hell back in my room.  Oh well, I should be able to sleep through all the speechifyin’ today.

In the meantime, join me in wishing a happy birthday to Tricky Dicky Nixon, Gypsy Rose Lee, Les Paul, Bart Starr, Bob Denver, Joan Baez, Jimmy Page, and Dave Matthews. Also, for those of you in Connecticut, Happy Ratification Day.

Time to go see if anybody will give me a job, I guess.  See ya