Unplugged

I feel like I've been unplugged from the matrix... After an infusion of vitamins yesterday morning, I snuggled up on the couch and ended up making time go by really fast.

Suddenly, it was after 3 p.m....

Actually, it feels like I've been unplugged from the matrix for a lot more than 24 hours. But this morning, I woke up at my usual time and my head wasn't stuck to the pillow, so I think I may have succeeded in satisfying the nutritional cravings of the little committee that runs my body.

Now I see that I've been Bloglogged again (that's #10), there's a situation in West Boylston that has absolutely nothing to do whether congress made a law regarding religion or not, and Chelsea Clinton is looking more and more like the daughter of Jimmy Carter and Eleanor Roosevelt...

But the biggest thing to happen in my little universe this morning was waking up with an epiphany of such profound proportions... The prototype for the matrix modeled politician named Mitt Romney was Max Headroom!

Just look at the chronology! The robotic construct has gone from this, to this.