I was slightly bummed, because P-Styles has been the breath of fresh air in my clogged life. However, my thoughts are more or less along the lines of the title. On a personal note, I've been dog-ass sick for several days, culminating last night with me almost collapsing by the water cooler at 11-something last night. I say culminating because I don't really want to know how it gets worse. I finally consumed something other than Gatorade for the first time in three days, and I don't feel hot or queasy anymore. Hopefully my energy level will return to normal at some point soon.
On the inauguration front, I loved seeing Barack Obama's composure and carriage as he walked down that big hallway. He just had this vibe of, "That's right. I'm the President. Man, that sounds good." Then I'm sure Hail to the Chief played in his head. I enjoyed the musical performance thoroughly, and I'm sure it was not unintentional that, at the inauguration of a President who hopes to unify all peoples, the four performers were an Asian man, a black man, a Jewish man, and a woman.
I wished, however, that they had ordered the whole presentation differently. It really should have ended: inaugural address, Star-Spangled Banner, done. We all knew that President Obama would deliver a patriotic, motivational, stirring speech, and indeed he did. After he spoke, I felt ready. Ready to set the world on fire. Ready to do great things. Ready to help my fellow man. Then we had another twenty-ish minutes of presentation to kill all that momentum. But, hindsight is always 20/20.
All in all, a fine day one of what will hopefully be a momentous four years.
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