Today was a mental health day. I haven’t felt well in over a week now and decided this morning to just sleep in and then laze around all afternoon. It felt so good. I have been working like a fiend between classes and work. One would assume that last week spent at the beach would have helped but it didn’t. I think I just needed some time at home, relaxing, and recuperating from the past few months’ insanity. So what did I foolishly do? I started to watch The View. Without Rosie O’Donnell this show has just returned to its previous format with Barbara Walters leading a bunch of hens in a gabfest about nothing of importance. At least with Rosie the conversations were about real issues. Now Barbara Walters wants us to know about what she and Paris Hilton talked over the weekend. Who cares? Barbara Walters needs to retire, go shopping, and spend time with her daughter. She is past her prime and I think this past year between Star Jones and Rosie O’Donnell she has proven just how phoney-baloney she is. Let’s pretend everything is fine as I stab you in the back. I will publicly deny any contract negotiations or conversations with Donald Trump. Blah! Blah! Blah! I was never a fan of Barbara Walters’ and am even less of one now. I think she is an attention-needy sychophant. She latches on to key political and entertainment figures and tries to ensure that she is the first and only one to nab conversations with people. Please!
And what is with the support of Alberto Gonzales? I thought key Republicans were certain of this guy’s shady dealings. I am afraid of what is happening in D.C. I am seriously concerned about what is going to occur when the Bush tenure is over at the White House. The secret deals and legislation won’t be unearthed for years. The country is bankrupt and people don’t get it. And where is the Democrat with a spine to lead the charge against this facist regime?
How do I go from relishing in my mental health day to bashing Barbara Walters to my concerns about the state of the country? What a crazy train of thought. Well, time to get some dinner and get ready to watch Kathy Griffin’s My Life on the D-List. I love that show!
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