Well now.
The campaign is off to a slightly rocky start, thanks to Joe noticing I'm not old enough, John noticing that I'm too Italian, and the almost wife not allowing me to screw any interns. My brother on the other hand, is definitely going to be my press secretary.
If these are the only things holding me back, I think my campaign can surmount them. Even if the almost wife isn't going to allow me to sleep my way to the top.
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Woke up today feeling ok. Sounds small, but generally I wake up and I'm either a) cranky as shit because I haven't slept all night, or b) cranky as shit because my back hurts.
Don't get me wrong, I still wouldn't say I slept well, but I did at least sleep last night, and I can actually sit up straight today without my back screaming at me. Which is nice. Remember the days when we could play basketball all day, drink all night, sleep through class the next morning, and repeat? And there would be no repercussions? (Other than accidentally infuriating some pretentious poser in the English department, who was most likely going to try to make me explain how the theme of some book was a pre-cursor to the post-modernist feminist movement. Somehow, I don't think I was missing much be skipping class to either sleep or play basketball. Both my body and my mind are still thankful.)
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One last thing for today, I heard through the grapevine last night that there might be a new Goodwin in the world. Miss Molly Goodwin, welcome to the world, and good luck dealing with your father. You're going to need it. You're mom on the other hand? She's a saint. (Proof for this is the fact that she always picked up your father from our parties after we accidentally got him completely and utterly intoxicated.)
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