ann coulter

so it's half past three, according to my fuzzy clock.

I can't sleep. Maybe it's because I fell asleep for a couple hours around 7 last evening.

So for the last three hours, I've been reading the best of craigslist. That I can stay focused on one task for so long speaks to the entertainment found therein. I had a couple of ideas for new posts, but all of them were wiped away once I read this story.

I knew deep in my heart of hearts that I had found today's post.

god, I hate ann coulter.