I made a plan to write in this diary every day. But without being able to write down the cackle, the stuff I have to say is pretty boring.
Hugging Biden and saying a bunch of nice things about him also took the life out of me yesterday. Good riddance crypt keeper!
Although this is the only place I really get to talk contemporaneously, I was still just too blahhh to write yesterday. And, at this point, if it’s not written on a teleprompter, it can’t come out of my mouth. Thanks, Obama.
And, at this point, I am losing the bratness I was counting on to keep the kids interested. Fuck ‘em. I can read polls, I’m killing it. Well, Killary was at this point, too. But who’s counting.
I brat? Kinda. Come on, media, I’m counting on you to keep propping me up!