Apparently Ms. Clinton 'dared' the esteemed government of the land of the pure to find Bin Laden. I have several things to say about this. First of all, what-oh-what was she thinking daring Lord V and gang to do anything? That's like daring the cowardly-est kid of the lot to walk into a haunted house alone. In a word: not-going-to-happen-missy. Second, where-oh-where did 'Bin Laden' return to Amreekan discourse from? Everybody run, boogie-man is back!
In other news, I assume the quake last night was not restricted to F-11. It was a strangely unreal experience, running out to find masses of people standing around in their pyjamas looking up at their respective buildings speculating whether enough time had gone by for the building to fall if it was going to fall. The brat, who was staying with me was completely freaked out. Not unprecedented given that he barely survived the last big one. It took a lot of time, freshly grounded coffee (thank you A) and 'The Proposal' (err, thankyou Sandra Bullock?) to allow us to sleep again well into the night. But now it's already morning. And I had to wake up obnoxiously early to drop the brat to school (the joys of pseudo parenthood. And now I'm home, procrastinating instead of preparing for a 9:00am meeting. *sigh*