Like father, like son.

When my dad lived in Washington, DC, one of the jobs he held was with a lobbying firm that worked for, amongst other people, the dark lord Satan himself.

That's how my mom tells it, anyway.

I was never told exactly what he did, and I don't want to call out of the blue and plumb the depths of his past (if it turns out we are/were as similar as I fear I'll probably be crushed utterly.) because that's weird and telephones scare me, but while walking down K-street with 2,000 of my new best friends, I realized that life has a weird sort of symmetry to it.

That, and life also has an assload of rain! So much rain. I was set and ready to meet with Sanders today, but it's wet, and cold, and I'm exhausted, and I know he's working for us already, so I'm going to rally my strength for Leahy tomorrow.

Godspeed you crazy dudes.