June 11, 2004

The Day of Mourning.

I've been rattling my brain to think of something to write about Reagan; it seems like the 'it' thing to do lately. As hard as I've been trying, I just can't seem to get riled up or care all too much. I mean, I barely knew him. He was elected the year I was born-- am I dating myself by saying that? (Well, it's not like anyone else is dating me.)



Erm. Yeah. When I start making jokes that bad it's time for the post to end.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.