So it occurred to me last night, after writing in this very same diary, that I should pick Paul Ryan as my running mate. That was the good part of the day--introducing him to the throngs of republican voters who, according to the poles, are not enough to get me elected. Well, we'll just see what happens now! Paul is going to take the ball and run with it!
But not all the day was good. This bus ride is killing me. For one thing, my seat is kind of narrow. I'm rather tall and manly, so being shoved in to a seat like this is, well, kind of demeaning. I mean, I can get along like the common Joe Schmoe, riding on a bus to work, every day, day in and day out, but I don't really like it and in fact, I don't have to do it. This is just for four (long) days. It's kind of for show anyway. Not the real me and certainly 'not the way I roll.'