If I do this right, I just may be able to pull it off. I'll leave work a few minutes early-dash into the pharmacy and pick up my Xanax, stop at the liquor store and drive directly home. I should be able to get home shortly after 7 p.m. That'll leave me almost an hour to wash down those lovely little pills with vodka. I normally drink beer, but I'm pressed for time tonight.
With any luck, I'll be so fucked up by 8 p.m that I can watch Bush's speech without throwing a cinder block through my television. If I can manage to get truly, profoundly wasted, his feeble utterances may even begin to resemble human speech.
Perhaps I'll get really lucky and have an LSD flash-back. In that case, he may even sound like he's making sense.
I'm less than sanguine about this possibility.
About the best I can hope for is to either a) pass out at 7:59 or, b) get stuck in traffic and miss the whole sorry spectacle.
I guess I could just not watch it-that would be about as easy to do as not slowing down to gawk at a 10-car pile-up on the highway.
Maybe the power will go out and I'll wind up reading by candlelight. I'm such an optimist...