Earlier, I was feeling like I might have one of my semi-annual cocktails, but I'm glad I didn't. I don't want to be mellow. I need to be on 10 so I can properly curse his ass out through the television. H went downstairs to watch because I've already started , but that worked out well because now I don't have to talk to him and you guys at the same time lol.
I feel so nervous. I also feel so buzzed. The wine didn't calm my nerves FYI.
I switched to straight bourbon on the rocks. Beer wasn't cutting it.
I accidentally (?) had a bottle of dessert wine that was a gift, b/c I'd run out of vodka & H is "low" (10 left for the debate..?) on beer. We're buzzedly prepped...
I hope if trump starts going down the Bill sexcapade road, the moderator moderates or Hillary has some amazing comeback to it. Like how is your 3rd wife?
Post by Miss Phryne Fisher on Oct 9, 2016 19:51:16 GMT -5
Hillary has dealt with her husband getting his dick wet for 30+ years. She made it through a damned impeachment and humiliation to the extreme. If anyone can handle this shit, she can.
Margaret Thatcher is dead, HC is the new Iron Lady.
DH apparently drank all the booze this weekend (I've been out of town), so I'm going into this sober. Between that and the pre-debate shenanigans, I am in a foul mood.
Bunked in temporary housing, and next door neighbor was DHs former gym teacher. He gave us his wifi password so I can follow along here. Glamping it out here, even if DH won't put the debate on.
As he should be. This is 100% where the campaign did not want to go. Remember when we had the thread about the pedo's airplane, and people were all "Trump was on the airplane!" and some of us were all, "and Bill was too." There is no moral high ground here. It's all shit. Murky mucky shit.