It's a darn good thing no one actually reads my blog or I might be a bit embarrassed!!! Apparently, BOB Kerry, not JOHN Kerry is the Senator accused of his own little My Lai massacre. Appologies to John... Doesn't anyone listen with I talk either!? (Note to self: Review the name of your blog...) I mean, I don't know how many times I have mentioned the supposed "Kerry massacre" without inspiring a contradiction... I have gotten a few rather incongruous responses, but I am used to people saying weird stuff anyway...

But once again, it shows how desperate I have become... My sister says that I am just trying to make up for being "Nader voter" but to that I say... I have a defense!!! I named my dog after Nader when I was a kid. I pronounced it "Nay-dar." She is just jealous of my public spiritedness anyway...

This is day 30 or so of my raw food diet. People on the raw food message board introduce themselves by stating the percentage of raw food in their their diet... I think I might have been 95% raw (maybe more...) for these past 30 days... Below are the times I fell off the raw food wagon...

A lunch of Chinese food
A dinner of Thai food
A jar of hummus (I thought it was raw until I looked up hummus recipes on the Internet...)
A few hummus beans (After I ate the hummus and found out if was cooked, I was so enamored of chick peas that I cooked a few that were part of a failed sprouting experience. I ate a few but then decided to throw them out before I ate more...)
Cashews (Apparently, cashews labled as "raw" are not really raw. They are heated to get them out of the shell... Sarah's innate cheapness will not allow her to procure really raw ones at great expense via the Internet...)
Pistachios (Since I ate some cooked cashews I decided a few roasted pistachios wouldn't hurt...yeek, I can see a slippery slope here... I don't want to throw them out because my rat can always eat them, but she apparently is not eating them fast enough...)

Now I am an official Kerry volunteer! You know things are tough when I support a suspected war criminal and would-be philanderer... I haven't been call upon to do anything yet (the best kind of volunteering!)... I might not ever be if they read my blog! Yeeck. Do I mention my full name anywhere in here... I was inspired to further political action by my previously mentioned foray into politics... I am even going to vote while I am there...in a primary (ashamedly, this is my first time for a primary...) Eek!

Note to self - If I ever exercise total control over a kid, I am naming him/her Lertlarp.

My foray into politics... I am going to be a greeter on voting day (March 3rd)! I am going to stay out a respectful distance (I am going to try and get in the voting booth with them) away from the polls and hand out library referendum propaganda! More library books for me!!! After my harsh service I am going to suggest they increase their collection of raw food propaganda...

This morning I awoke with the need to go hammer reconnoitering around my apartment. (This is when I grab one of the two hammers by my bed and pop up quickly into the living room to surprise whoever is lurking with a hammer attack. Then I round the corner to the kitchen quickly in case the rascal is trying rustling through my raw food before trying to kill me. In more extreme cases I check the closets.) I gave my friends who have a keys to my apartment codes phrases to avoid the hammer attack - "It's me, Sarah, don't hit me with the hammer!" Rather unwieldly, but easy to remember in an emergency... A very very scary dream was the catalyst for my paranoia, I suppose.

I have been up for an one and 1/2, but now I want to go back to sleep... Sniff sniff. The story of my life...