That’s especially saying something, since I’m a radio news director, and I should get off on that type of thing.

But, people. Enough’s enough. There’s only so much caring inside of me to go around, and I’ve had it. Had it.

I’m not an idiot because I live here. I had no problems voting. No one I know had a problem voting. In fact, my job dictated that I speak with several elections officials, and guess what?

No one in the entire county had a problem voting.

So, officially, I don’t care.

Now, for some news.

The Good News: This week, I managed to score, through work, tickets to Zetafest and a free case of Budweiser. Sometimes, the perks of this gig kick ass.

The Bad News: Between 9/11 and the primaries, this week’s been a new director’s worst nightmare.

The Ugly News: My ankle is swollen and several chunks of skin are missing. Why? Well, last night, I was waiting for a friend to pick me up. Waiting, on a dark and rainy night, while sitting in my driveway wearing a black tank top and camouflage jammy pants, petting my cat. Yeah, my friend ran his truck over my foot.

The Windy News: Chicago was fun, but there’s just not much to say about the trip. It was a good time in a good city, but not particularly exciting. We pretty much went to one event or party after another. I love The Underground Wonderbar, a long and skinny room where a million musicians are packed onto a stage at one end. (Pianist with piano, not keyboard, 2 drummers with sets, 2 bassists, a singer and a saxophone dude.) You had to walk through the band to go to the can. Also, we hit a Guiness and Oyster Fest that was pretty fun. Yoders got a Nads t-shirt there. The weirdest thing about Chicago? I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve see men in TIES. They just plain and simply aren’t worn here in the casual Florida Keys. My mom’s funeral excepting, it had been literally years since I’d seen a guy in a tie. It was nice, actually.

The Asskicking News: I totally kicked my Tae Kwon Do instructor in the nuts the other day. We were doing these counterattack maneuvers, and he told me to kick a different way. I apparently have less control with that kind of kick, because I miscalculated and just tagged him in the nads. While he was recovering all fetal on the ground, the girl next to me goes, “Wow! I want to learn what Jamie’s learning!” I bent down and said, “Hey, at least we know I’m doing it right, huh?”

We’re ruthless.