Friday, July 11, 2003
at 9:37 PMShall We Dance?
This evening one of the cable stations aired "The King And I"; all but the last twenty minutes I missed. Dadgummit. I was outside swimming whilst Aunt Pam, Uncle Chris, and The Cabbage attended part of some softball game.
I came inside and took a shower. Now I feel clean. It's an unusual feeling. Generally I feel like a ball of grease, and my appearance further fortifies this scummy, oily sensation. But as of 11:21 p.m. I am squeaky clean!
I should study my old precalculus notes. So I won't.
It is small consolation to know that the president of this country has rhythm. A Ugandan choir performed today for President Bush and the president of Uganda. Bush clapped his hands and nodded his head to the beat. The Ugandan President looked over, observed this for a second, then reluctantly attempted to reproduce Bush's enthusiasm in the same manner. However, the man clapped with about as much rhythm as a child with Down's Syndrome. It was really very amusing to watch. Mrs. Bush did an excellent job during the song of smiling inanely, holding her hands, clapping intermittently, and then returning her hands in front of her body to their former clasped position.
I, too, can be President.
