I'm way too intense about my job. I dreamt the other morning about the November congressional elections. They were really apocalyptic, or prophetic, or whatever. If Rick Santorum won, there were these two Evil Crows of Doom or whatever who were going to destroy the universe or create severe unrest or whatever. And then there was the Phoenix of Life who wanted Bob Casey to win. Then it switched to me and some other people throwing snowballs not at george bush, but at the words 'george bush' written in the snow.
I told Jon about it today, and even though he's really intense about the job too, he said he's never even had a dream like that and maybe I'm taking it too seriously. Heh.