"and when i awoke i was alone, this bird had flown."

Today Norwegian Wood is my favorite Beatles' song.

It's raining here. Big rain. Thunderstorms and downpours. The kind of rain that makes one not want to leave the comfort of their homes. Sadly work beckoned this morning as did the storm. I was up at 5:30am and under the impression my house was being attacked by lightening bolts. It's probably because I'm an Angel of Sin, at least according to my neighbor who went so far as to purchase me a tank top saying so. I can dig it.

The highly-esteemed Western Michigan poet Mr. Peter Berghoef is published in this month's issue of Unlikely Stories. Check it out.

For those of you who are as perversely obsessed with this fall election as myself and who live in Michigan, tonight is the first debate between DeVos and Granholm. I believe it's going to be televised on FOX and PBS though right now my local PBS station is saying Antique Roadshow is on at 8pm. I'll watch. I'll listen. I'll scream at the tv and get frustrated about things I have zero control over and wish I lived in a country that valued leadership and was truly representative of the people and not corporations or manipulated by the media.

Good thing I have that padded room in my future. The one where I'm in control of everything.

It's going to be a big week at work as tomorrow is the first DVD release party. Woo. Hoo. I'm psyched. It's going to be fine. I come in at 1pm and pretty much make popcorn for 5 hours which will leave me coated in a fine layer of oil and seasoning.

I'll be delicious.