Dear Diary: I'm once again in the bedroom of Air Force One, flying home from the nuclear security conference in Seoul. Marvin, The Prince of Bodymen, promised to keep my food kimchee-free while I was in Seoul and he did. After take off, I celebrated with a delicious steak for dinner. Then I caught up with briefings sent by Jarrett and Axelrod. It seems the uproar over the shooting of that kid in Florida has only gotten louder while I've been away, and Sharpton and Jackson have been stirring things up. It turns out that that the Zimmerman guy is a registered Democrat and likely voted for me in 2008. Awkwaard. I'm going to be walking a tight-rope on this issue after I get back. At least I can initially plead jet-lag to avoid the media. Carney can take the heat while I talk strategy with Jarrett and Axelrod.
Marv has laid out my jammies and I'm going to put them on now, climb into bed and watch some NCAA games which he recorded, until I'm ready to fall asleep.
Marv has laid out my jammies and I'm going to put them on now, climb into bed and watch some NCAA games which he recorded, until I'm ready to fall asleep.
