I don’t care if Obama still smokes as long as he doesn’t let it affect how he governs.

Like if he allows smoking in airplanes for his
own amusement or lets the tobacco companies get away with murder, that is not cool. Though I cannot imagine he would do that. But still, it’s a possibility out there.

And at the same time that I am saying that, though, I totally
do care. He’s the freaking president (well, he will be). Talk about a
roll model for kids! He owes it to America (never mind his own kids) to stop smoking as an example of good health.

But then, on the flip side, do I want the guy with his finger on the button all irritable and nic fitting? He is inheriting a disaster of a financial mess, maybe we should like him keep his smoky treats to get through the stress? What might he turn to without them?

(Let’s take a moment to think about the first President caught smoking pot in the White House because, let’s face it, it’s going to happen eventually.)

Also, why is (most of) the media so quiet on the smoking thing? It’s pretty widely know in the blogosphere that he still smokes but you don’t see it on the news. Maybe its because it doesn’t matter? But see, I think it does. I read one article that say its because of the media’s love affair with him and that it will change once he is pres.

All I have to say is that they better at least give him as much hell about smoking as they did with Bill Clinton when he ate those burgers because I think smoking is worse than a burger. Though I suppose Peta might disagree.

Barrack Obama is awkward to say. Do you think he’d mind if I called him Barry O for the next four years? I like the sound of that. Barry O! Barry O is giving the State of the Union tonight. Yo Yo Yo, it’s Barry O!

It totally works. Pass it on.

This is, incidentally, what happens when I try to think about politics on very little sleep at 3 in the morning burnt out on work.

So, yeah, what do you think about having a president that smokes, no matter who it is?

I am behind. In NaNoWriMo. On my work for the holidays. On my work on other things. On my holiday projects. On calling people back.

You name it, I am probably behind on it.

It’s not that I am slacking off, because I am working like a crazy person. It’s more that I suspect I am not managing my time right coupled with a lot of extra work that just comes with this time of year what with the holiday rush coupled with a whole mess of work that was dumped on me (which I cannot talk about on here but GRRR) that was completely out of my control.

I’m trying not to freak out, but the freak is happening a little. I am trying to tell myself that it will all get done but I think the biggest problem is that I tend underestimate how long things will take me, promise myself I will finish “x” tonight and then take a break and “x” ends up taking four days and stressing the living daylights out of me because I never take that break. Part of this has been technology issues, but still.

I need to pony up and cut out sleep, that’s the thing for it. She says at 2:25 AM.

I am also messed up by the fact that I thought I had a whole other week after Thanksgiving to do stuff and only just realized that Thanksgiving is at the end of the month. This was dumb of me. I am not smart.

What it all boils down to is complete and total anger at myself. I am really pissed at October Hillary. She took time off and played games, went out, did stuff occasionally. Fun? Sure. But I should have been working my butt off in October so that this month wouldn’t be so bad. I know I cannot go back in time and change that but every late night I pull I sit there stewing in anger at October Hillary, who feels like a different person than me. She is some kind of time squandering imp who tricked me into this situation and I am mad at her.

What bothers me the most is that I hate breaking promises in general but I actually hate breaking promises to myself more than to other people. Yes, this is mess up. But I don’t often promise myself things and I promised myself a lot of things this month which is why I am so freaking-out-y because I cannot let go of those things.

Well, I have the two days of the weekend ahead of me. If I can get a chunk of stuff done on Sat (Sunday is Thanksgiving 1 in my family) then maybe I will be able to see the path to normality up ahead from there.

There was a moment that I, while watching the Olympics and saw George Bush in the stands, felt a little “Hey!” of pleased recognition at see a familiar face amongst the sea of unfamiliar ones. For that one brief moment, I actually felt something like warmth towards the president for the first time in years.

That feeling lasted right up until this moment:

Bob Costas: This past week you restated America’s fundamental differences with China but given China’s growing strength and America’s own problems, realistically, how much leverage and influence does the U.S. have here?

Bush: First of all, I don’t see America having problems.

Yeah, Bush. That is actually the problem right there. People are out of jobs, gas and grocery prices are through the roof, people are getting foreclosed out of their homes and we don’t have any problems? Are you out of your mind? I understand if you want to say the problems aren’t your fault, no one would blame you for taking that stance but just pretending that we have no problems? Holy cow, dude!

Secondly, is that even correct English? There are major tense issues up there.

I have to give Bob Costas mad props for not rolling his eyes at him right then and there. If you want to read the full interview, it is here.