After Lost, I was treated to wise words from our leader last night. I had the whole sofa to myself, because Steve was listening to the speech on his Kloss radio while reading simultaneous posts from nerdy bloggers. Those bloggers. What losers.

Anyway, I stretched out on the sofa armed with Granta to read during those long clapping sessions. Saw that soldier’s mom and the Iranian woman embrace. Then I had to see that Hallmark moment another bazillion times today along with some heart warming commentary from Katie Couric. I’m all warm and glowy now.

Social security. Yeah. Iran. Yeah. Aids program. Yeah. But what about those two heads behind Bush.

Dennis Hassert. That guy is an Eastern Island Idol. He has to be the least charismatic Speaker of the House in decades. Sure, Tip was drunk, but we liked that about him.

And then there’s old Dick, twitching and smirking to the left of Bush’s head. Operating that remote that makes Bush’s mouth open and shut.

Is it just me or are those heads very distracting?

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Every few weeks, I morph into Michael Keaton in Night Shift. He’s a manic character who carries around a tape recorder to keep track of the hundreds of business ideas that come to him during the day. “Feed mayonnaise to fish in the tank. So when you the kill the fish, the tuna salad is already made.”

Normally I’m slightly manic, but on these over caffeinated days, it’s over the top. I can’t stop myself. I come up with small business ventures. I usually call up my friend, Susan, who’s always level headed. We’ve been friends for years, and she’s the one who will advise me that it’s not a good idea to jump onto the subway tracks on a dare. (Did it anyway.)

On these days, I’ll call Suze with one stupid idea after another. “So, are you ready for this? It’s like Starbucks, but instead of coffee… are you ready?… they serve TEA.” “Laura, you’re an idiot.” I’m not sure why periodically I become demonically entrepreneurial, because I am not really interested in running a tea company or anything. I blame the large quantities of liquids that I consume that either contain stimulants or depressants; rarely anything without those additives.

Anyhow, I drafted a couple of book proposals today and sent them to old, level-headed (boring) Suze and she didn’t poo-poo them. We’ll see how it all looks tomorrow when the manic levels return to normal.