I pay myself no compliment when I tell you that some days I really think I am edging closer to being the World's Least Dumb Floridian. I realized I was getting close to the title when I left the Junior College library for a cigarette break. Some guy meandered out just behind me and slipped on his sunglasses before lighting up. I took my time with my own smoke, just to see if- yes, he removed the sunglasses before going back inside. Please note that it's 5:18 right now, and not particularly bright out. Every time I see something like that I think, "Idiot? Check." That was right after showing someone how to use the reset button on the computer. Florida may have given the world Debbie Harry, but it's also brought unto the earth the presidency of George W. Bush. Enough said.

I called in sick to work this morning and Sean quickly put me to work putting up walls on the house. Predictably, I'm now very tired, too tired to read up on alternative voting systems as I've been meaning to since conversation-before-last with Fulminous.

Another realization today: I was surveying my closet and feeling awfully Gappy when I decided to take stock of how much of my wardrobe actually consists of clothes from the Gap. It was frightening, people. Aside from a few odds and ends picked up in Estonia and at Woodland Commons, as well as my Hugo Boss overcoat that I bought on enough student loans to feed a Zimbabwean family for three years, with little owl supervising, it's pretty much all Gap. [ed.: better syntax next time, hmm?] So I listened to some Dead Kennedys but did not regain my equipoise.

I would really like to address the rest of my trip, but am not quite up to it yet. The owl's wedding party deserves a couple entries all to itself, so fabulous it was. Alas, antihistimines make some choices for us, and I'm lucky to be sober enough to drive at this point.

I am very tired. And broke. Did I mention broke?

On the good-news front, though, I seem to have stumbled into a third job. Remember the friend of mine I mentioned having cancer? He's starting his own catering company, and needs help, help which I am more than happy to provide, since it'll put $100-200 more per month into my bank account. Plus, cooking is not work. Sorry. It isn't. I worked as a short-order cook for awhile, and there was nothing workey about it. You get free food! And I'd get to hang out with one of the few non-dumb Floridians I know.

Ever since I've returned from New York most of what little energy I have has gone into hatching devious plans for moving into an apartment with the Bear and getting a job. Lawd-a-mercy, I will move home if it fucking kills me.

Last Revelation of the Day: There's no provision in the U. S. Constitution that requires states to be split into districts for the purpose of electing senators or congresspeople. So, what if everyone had to run statewide, and seats were assigned so that the first and second place in a senatorial campaign got seats, and in a state with, say, 23 seats in the House, the people who placed 1st through 23rd were given seats? Discuss.