My brother's son is in rehab. That makes both his kids. Rotten luck, that. Apparently, in the best high school in our town (we have 4), all you have to do is show up, and there are at least 5 invitations to get high every day. Plus, the kids like to do this "skittles" - which consists of taking numerous Coracidin tablets.

Gee. That's just great. Glad my kid is all film student in college. Of course, when she finally decides to try drugs and alcohol, it's going to make my brother's worries look like a vacation in the Bahamas.

Loved, loved, LOVED the farce they played on Capitol Hill with Michael Brown yesterday. Did they think they were playing to the Faux News crowd? The guy sat up there and lied so many times, my dog was embarrassed! I think Brownie has a mental illness. Maybe he's a pathological liar, or some kind of sociopath. Makes sense, considering who he works for.

Aaah, well. Off to work.

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