Kat and I have invented a new game: Flan In the Cupboard! See how many ways you can describe the slow collapse of the McCain campaign in a pithy metaphor.

Me: like a punctured tire
Kat: An air mattress with a hole you just can’t find.
Me: a week-old mylar balloon
Kat: A Coke left out all night.
Me: Violet Beauregarde in the hands of the Oompa-Loompas
Kat: Those giant balloons the day after the Rose Parade.
Me: A randy young guy who just discovered the hot chick he picked up at a bar has a suspicious bulge.
Kat: A bitten-into dumpling.

I think you can tell what I thought of the third Presidential debate. :D

Man, watching political anything is infinitely better when I’m with Ko. Yes, my beloved college roommate crashed at my apartment last night! She flew out of JFK at crazy o’clock this morning, so it was my job to deny her beauty sleep through obnoxious giggling and general tomfoolery. We heckled the debate with an enthusiasm that would shame Rocky Horror audiences, exchanged much-needed back rubs, and squealed over photos of Ko’s new gerbil and the surprise babies that came a week later. SO CUTE! She’ll be in and out of NY the next few weeks, and I look forward to more of the unquenchable silliness that accompanies our reunions!