I got a call from Warren Beatty today because you know, he really did want to know what I'm voting for tomorrow. Actually I think he wanted to tell me how to vote, but whatever. I had to hang up on him because I think I might slit my wrists if I have to listen to another political call. Oh, lets see, I've received several calls from Barbara Boxer and countless others over the past two weeks all wanting to tell me how to vote or to get my opinion on the issues. But wait, Ahnold hasn't called yet and I'm feeling kinda left out because he called my friend. Don't all Californian's deserve a call from the govenor?
On the junk mail front, I was pleased only to get three pieces of political mail today. I think that is a record low from the past two weeks. Tomorrow is the big day and I for one will be terribly glad to have it over and done with. I am voting, you betcha. Too important not too (proof of all the damned phone calls and junk mail).
Now my son of course is having the time of his life with all these phone calls. He actually listens to all the prerecorded messages and for the ones that have live callers, he plays with them. Deepens his voice, pretends to be his dad and then tells them the opposite of whatever they are trying to promote. He cracks himself up. I might be midly amused if I wasn't so sick of it all.
Tomorrow --- tomorrow -- tomorrow - tomorrow.