I am at work.

And I am working. This is how you work. You work for a little bit of time and then you stop working to blog. But don't forget to get paid. That's the important part. If you can get paid to do nothing and then add to the nothing, something you'd prefer to be doing, then it's like you're getting paid to do something you like doing. So in my mind, I am officially a professional blogger until I finish this blog.
Here's the political rant:

MANY PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT BARACK OBAMA IS THE ANTICHRIST. FURTHERMORE, MANY PEOPLE BELIEVE JOHN MCCAIN IS THE SUPERBUDDHA AND THAT HILLARY CLINTON IS THE EXTRAMOHAMMED. THEREFORE, THE QUESTION IS, WOULD YOU VOTE AGAINST SOMETHING OR FOR SOMETHING AND THE ANSWER IS YES. YES I DO. AND, SADLY, I AM. FOLLOW THAT WILLIAM F. BUCKLEY JR.!

Thank you.

Here's the title.

I've been discussing orthopedic injuries with a friend today. Mine, hers, theirs, yours. Whatever. If it's orthopedic, we're interested. Or we were. Don't try to jump in now with your orthopedic humor. It's too late. We've already moved onto cancer. And in the time I've typed this line we've arrived on the topic of YOU.
How are you?

No.

I mean really. How ARE you? You say you're fine but I see that your eyes are lying. And it makes me want to strangle your eyes. Let me tell you something:

The moment has passed. Maybe later, I'll tell you something.

I went to an orthopedentiatrician today. He helped me save the bones in my children's teeth by feeding them correctly. He also told me that I can either have an operation or wear a brace until I die.

Now, my political thing:

YOU BIG DUMMY. YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SMART MR. POLOTIC! OH NO. THIS ISN'T MR. POLOTIC? YOU SAY YOUR NAME IS MR. POLITIC? AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE YOU? THAT'S SLICK OL' MR. POLOTIC FOR YOU. ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HE'S MR. POLITIC. ANYWAY, HILLARY'S GOT CANKLES. CANKLE '08!!

And I'm out.