I was watching the war room feed most of the night, Wade was cracking me up. It looked like he was just sitting there daydreaming most of the night as Jerry and Stephen were working the phones and the director of scouts was getting up to inspect the big board and pacing the floor. I think he was trying to calculate how many catfish he would have to catch if he wanted to host a catfish fry for the whole room. At one point he caught himself and walked up to the big board and adjusted one of the name plates just to make it look like he was doing something.
Despite labeling myself a "realist", no one understands my pain or appreciates my special truth. Stupid world.