Dear Mr. President,

Don’t screw this up.

Sincerely,
Brandon

Yay, Obama won. I had a good time voting and a better time watching the results. Funny thing is, once Ohio was called I realized it was over and cheerfully fell alseep.

Now it’s a brand new day in America and that feels great.

Confucius say: a show off gets shown up at a showdown.

I settled down tonight to read a book. It was titled Plainsong and found in Goodwill one lazy Sunday afternoon, brought home and then put on the shelf and forgotten. Until tonight, when searching for something, anything to read, but being fickle, I stumble across it again. The cover had caught me and the description is intriguing, surely this would be a fine book

I settled down tonight to read a book and doubt I will ever finish it. You see, it’s moody cover and eloquent description failed to portray a nasty secret: the writer doesn’t use quotes in his dialogue. None, zip, nada. It’s as if quotes doesn’t exist and never did, they are simply not there. It gives the book a cold, hard feel, like a stone discarded in an unlit corner of a barn. Momentarily interesting and then quickly forgotten. What possesses a writer to just disregard such a basic tool of writing and reading? Are they are too hard to type, or offensive in some way? The mind wonders and then realizes there are other books who seek greet the reader more warmly.

I settled down tonight to read a book and have instead become unsettled.