Look...I've never bought into this full moon crap, but what the hell is going on?!!??! There are some stupid MFers out there and they all seem to be focused on me tonight. I've got this one guy who won't stop calling me...he's called me - literally - 7 times tonight and won't leave a message. I was tabling at this function for the Greens and I swear it was non-sequitor night...no one could connect two ideas together if they had superglue and a clamp.

And one woman...I swear I wanted to kick her ass (non-violently, of course) all over the room. She wouldn't shut up and when other people came to our table to ask questions about the greens she just kept going on and on...ooooh...it was like The Travel Agent Sketch from Monty Python. But what really sent me over the edge was when we told her that we were working on a political campaign and needed people to make phone calls and go door to door..."Oh, I'm too educated for that. I have three degrees. Get some students to do that." F-you! F-you! F-you! If you're so f-ing smart, you would see that I don't give a rat's ass about your freakin dry well in Podunk, Maryland. What are you're degrees in? A BS in BS, An MA in Self-Absorption and a Doctorate in Dumbass!

I'm tired of all of you stupid MFers. I'm tired of all you local dems who continue to insist on trying to out Republican the Republicans. I'm tired of you wankers who need small talk to define your existence. I'm tired of being the Marion Barry of the Friend Zone. I'm tired of having a head so full of mucus...if I had a dime for every ounce of mucus I've produced in the last 24 hours, I'd have a bunch of green, runny dimes. And there's not much you can do with a bunch of green, runny dimes.