Don't Waste my Time With Coke

Someone put me out of my misery. It is 6:50 a.m., and I am getting ready to appear on a radio station in upstate New York.

I checked my Sitemeter already. What blogger doesn't do that the instant he turns the computer on? I'm getting all sorts of links over the Virginia Tech shooting thing.

Blogging is odd. You spend hours crafting things you're proud of, and no one notices. Then you spend a few minutes cranking out a brief entry any of a thousand bloggers could have written, and people link you and the idiots at Free Republic steal it.

I'm just sorry I wrote about the shootings so quickly after they happened. It made me so mad, watching the opportunists on television, using this as a weapon to beat President Bush while people were still on operating tables or waiting to be autopsied. I figured the debate had already started, so I might as well chime in. But I'd feel better if I had waited. Or not written it at all. Politics isn't my bag any more.

If it helps the cause, I suppose it's a good thing.

I have five minutes for the caffeine to start working. I hope it starts soon.

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They bumped me to 8:00! I got up an hour early for nothing!

AUUUUGHHH.