Thursday, October 9th
John suspicious about my refusal to shower since the debate. Luckily he bought excuse that hair is over-peroxided and would melt in water. In actuality, can’t explain it myself…all I know is when John passed me off to Barack (J had to stumble out of room for boost of new “energy drug”. Has been very vague about its properties. Suspect no one trusts me around anything stronger than children’s Tylenol) Barack gazed deeply into my blood-shot eyes and said “How very nice to see you again, Mrs. McCain,” gripping my delicate digits with his strapping hands …
Suppose will have to shower soon, but certainly chance for handshake at next debate; must seem gracious, respectful, blah blah blah after mudslinging attacks this week. Really, Barack’s refusal to vote to support our troops sends chills down my spine. Barack himself, of course, sends chills other places. Places far more neglected than the sub-prime mortgage crisis, let me tell you.