I didn't watch the debate last night. Maybe I should have; Mitch and Professor Death and Hugh Hewitt all think W rocked, though of course the lefty bloggers all say the opposite. As it is, I feel vaguely depressed in spite of having a number of social things going on this weekend; there is cajones' birthday party tomorrow night, hosted by the lovely & talented chebutykin, followed by MinneTokyo on Saturday, and of course the relaxicon starting tomorrow night and lasting until Sunday. Still, I am Not Pleased with life and am uncertain what to do about it.
Currently reading: Gust Front, by John Ringo