Sometimes it can be hard to get some good sleep. Especially on the Fifth of July.
Nobody seems to celebrate the Fifth of July. I mean, sure, it's not the Fourth of July, but consider for a moment that the Fifth of July was the first full day after the Declaration of Independence was signed. It's nice that the signers felt pumped about freedom and that they rallied together to formalize their demands for freedom, but the day after a big decision is always the day where one must consider, "What in the world was I thinking?" And so, this year, I celebrated the fact that the signers of the Declaration did not say to themselves: "We're toast! Let me scratch my name off of this list so that Britain may show me mercy instead of my serving my head on a platter."
In lieu of this celebratory time, Jenn and I decided to visit my parents in South Jersey on Saturday. All in all, it was a fun weekend. I didn't sleep too well, though. Perhaps my mind was on politics; perhaps it was too warm. At any rate, sleeping was not comfortable.
I'm sure you all can testify to the fact that when you sleep restlessly, you start to get strange dreams. Well in my case, my strange dream surrounded the 2008 election. I was sitting in the audience of what looked like The Daily Show and was watching a live Obama/McCain debate. Interestingly enough, the accusatory charge of McCain's election yielding a 3rd Bush term came up. McCain refuted this comment, but in a much different way than I would have expected.
"I will demonstrate to you that my term will not be an extension of Bush's term." For some reason, McCain decided that the best way to demonstrate this fact was by pouring himself a bowl of alphabet soup and by picking out the letters with his hands to form words. I must agree that it was a good demonstration about how his term would be different from Bush's, but needless to say, I don't think that's really how he would go about demonstrating this.
I think I need a softer pillow.