What Now, Lech Walesa?

It's been a rotten night. The bitter taste of gall still in my mouth as I signed my name to something I cannot support, even though my job depends on me enforcing it. Maybe I shouldn't care so much. Maybe, as my boss likes to remind me, "it's not big enough a deal to even argue about it". But still, I have a feeling I'm going to be the only one signing my name. That I crossed the picket line, broke our united little unspoken Solidarity thingy, and any number of likewise analogies that apply. And I know I'm being cryptic, but I hesitate to discuss it further in a public forum like this, sooooo let's just say that in light of everything I said the other night I'm feeling a little down on myself right now. And I need cheering up. Fee Waybill style. *bananadevilhorns*



Yeah, never thought I'd use that sentence in any sort of context in my lifetime. But there it is, "Prime Time" , a video that used to get played a lot on MTV back in the summer of 1983 when I first got the channel, and later bought the Remote Control album at a flea market while I was back in college. Joe and I used to sing this song to each other all the time. I've always loved it. It always makes me feel good inside.

Well now my left breast is bleeding. I think I'm going to go lay down for awhile.