oh no. I just heard heard Charlie say that I'm "going to learn national security at the foot of the master for the next four years, and most doctors think that he'll be around at least that long." first of all, this campaign is weird. they call John the "master." And he always wants me to call him "sir." For years, I've been telling Todd I wouldnt do this sort of thing but now they're all, like, its a sign of respect, and i don't know if i should feel bad about saying no to todd or saying yes to them. But wait: they think John could die? In the next four years? Even Charlie does?
Im not supposed to say this anymore, but people, i ran a town thats about as big as a Biden family reunion. ive been governor of alaska for 19 months. Yesterday, somoene was talking about the asian flu and i figured we were talking health care so i said something about the importance of pharmaceutical research and it turned out they meant a central banking crisis and aspirin wasnt going to help. And John seems so distracted! I tried to talk to him last night but he sort of looked at me sadly and patted me on the back and told a story about how he never thought he was ready to get shot down and spend five years in a prison camp but human beings are capable of amazing things and i wanted to be all like "WTF YOU JUST HAD TO SIT THERE AND NOT LAUNCH NUCULAR BOMBS' and i know it was hard but its beside the point because what was he thinking!?!?!?!? Anyway, so i didnt say anything for a second and then it was clear that John hadn't quite fallen asleep, but it wasn't entirely clear where he was looking, and wherever it was, it wasnt at our conversation.
Okay Sarah. Calm down. on the bright side, steve came and took the tv out of my room and said i'd be better informed if i just looked at the campaign clippings and it turns out that people really like me! so thats nice. i like you too!