Okay, no kidding around this time, I'm on the job. Mamma Clinton speaks tonight, and I'm not going to miss it.
I situate myself in the Barca Lounger. Having a sinus headache all day, I fortify myself with a handful of Benedril and steel myself for the coming event.
First, there was a video about Mamma Clinton. Would you believe, the first shot of Clinton was from the rear. Not a very flattering angle. I can honestly say that I've seen a side of Clinton I really could have done without.
My favorite part of the video. They're putting up people who's known Mamma all her life: her mom, her best friend from Hogwarts, and then up pops Bubba with the caption "Hillary's Husband." I'm sure that's a label he's never been tagged with before.
Anyway, Chelsie comes out to introduce Momma (at least she's hot), and out comes Hillary in some god awful orange pant suit. People are clapping, she's waddling around on the stage, and I can't get the idea of pumkin pie out of my head (I hate pumkin pie). Then she starts her speach, Shes a proud woman, Shes a proud DemonCat, the only thing she didn't mention being proud of was being Bubba's husband (I notice these things). Anyway, she's droning on about mean Republicans, how great she is, how okay The Messiah is, etc. My eyelids are starting to get really heavy. I'll close them for awhile and just listen, I know what she looks like.....
All of a sudden, she starts saying the same thing over again. I open my eyes and realize that 2 hours have slipped by and I'm watching a rerun.
I stumble up to bed. I have strange dreams about an angry pumkin chasing me and then a train goes through a tunnel. I wake up in a cold sweat.
End of DNC Coverage, Day Two.
