I watched that “Oprah Goes to Auschwitz” program last night at 2am, and boy was it ever depressing! I read a blurb about it on Gawker the other day, but I just thought it was some kind of sick joke, taking Eli Wiesel back to his old “death marching ground” if you will…Her idiocy got on my nerves a bit. It seemed like Wiesel kept answering her observations with “No,” before offering a commentary of his own. I didn’t start to count the number of times she said “incredible” or “unimaginable” until later in the program, but it definitely reached double digits. She seemed like she wanted to cry but couldn’t. Maybe it was the bitter chill of winter; maybe it was the ice in her veins.
Well, now that I’ve insulted the richest black woman in America, where else can I go? What else can I talk about? A man just dropped off some work at my house for me to do over the next few days, a computer programming type of job that will pay $20 an hour. It’s not that bad a deal, really. Of course, I’ve run into my first problem and am now waiting for a return phone call so I can get back to work.
It’s nice outside, but I’m feeling ill inside.
