I watched Obama rock my world. The OG did well. I got to talk to my friends. I played poker, which involved a group of us TWICE singing the UO fight song in the face of a Husky. Drank a bottle of cheap wine. Listened to this: loud enough that my ears still kind of hurt an hour later.
Now I am organizing the hell out of some grievances and trying to figure out the "plot" of Ghost Rider.
You know, sometimes life is pretty awesome.
And I try not to remember that the ability for me to enjoy my life is built on a mountain of exploitation.