Here are a few things that I am looking forward to on Wednesday. First, the removal of political signs from my neighbor's lawns. Sure, Chandler has become quite comfortable peeing on each and every one he passes on his walkies, but he'll get over it. It isn't that much further to the fire hydrant. I'll be able to watch television without every bit of commercial time dedicated to political ads where people say the most vile lies about each other. In not one of these commercials have I seen a political candidate say what he will actually do to us, only how the other guy is the spawn of the devil, and he won't be. And then there are the phone calls, the unrelenting recorded phone calls. These people are too chicken shit to actually talk to you live. They know that ninety nine percent of the people they are bothering at dinner time are going to simply tell them to fuck off and hang up. So they use a recorded lie. I still tell them to fuck off, and hang up. I just don't get any real satisfaction out of it. Finally, on Wednesday I am looking forward to seventy five cent drink night at Matty's on the Drive. Not because I would drink whatever swill Matty's serves for only seventy five cents. No, I'm sure it's rot gut. I will be happy because Mark will be up there until closing, and I'll be home alone, all comfy in my big recliner chair with a cocktail. And, I'll have what I want to watch on television without Mark constantly interrupting my program to bitch about politics.