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I'm listening to "You and Me" by Lifehouse. It fills my eyes with tears, makes me feel as though I'm dancing, big empty floor, long dreamy skirt, bits of hair caught up away from my face, falling about my shoulders. I hate this song. I love this song.

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I had a customer talk about politics with me for ten minutes or so today. I disagreed with some of what he said, but managed to remain noncommital (because dude, you DON'T talk about politics with customers). It's also hard to have a completely informed opinion when I don't live in the country whose politics I am discussing.

That said, from a complete outsider's point of view, and knowing that you may not agree with me (I know some of you don't - that's fine. Vote, either way, because I don't hate people who disagree with me but I can't abide apathy), I'm kind of hoping Obama wins. Not because he'd be the first non-white president of the USA, but because going on the quotes and speeches and whatnot I've read transcriptions of, he'd be the most well-spoken president since Kennedy, and the country where a lot of my friends live and where I've spent a lot of very pleasant time deserves a president whose speeches are not made into humourous calendars for the rest of the world to snicker at and judge it by.

EDIT: Or, to quote Patrick Nielsen Hayden, via John Scalzi, via Wil Wheaton (I read blogs of people who read blogs of people who read blogs!), "Because he seems to know something extraordinarily important, something so frequently missing from progressive politics in this country, in this time: how to hearten people. Because when I watch him speak, I see fearful people becoming brave."

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Last night, I dreamed I was Batgirl (Cassandra Cain, not Barbara Gordon) and I was swimming, and suddenly there was no open water except for the bit I was in, for lo! the rest of it was chockablock with jellyfish on one side, and on the other, small fish the size of my fist (white, they were, with transparent bits) with BIG POINTY SPEAR THINGS growing out of their backs!

So I treaded water until I woke up.

I liked the Batgirl part, but not so much the rest of it.

EDIT: Oh, and I just got an email from the Job I Applied For Which I Want More Than Anything Ever, a scant three days after I emailed my application; it said "Yeah, your lines didn't wrap. Could you resend? It's all one big chunk o' text."

Mortified does not begin to describe it, but I resent with hard returns and an apology. I'm taking this as a positive; I applied last time they were hiring, about two years ago, and have kept in touch since. I am assuming that if they weren't the least bit interested in hiring me, they would simply have hit "delete" or thrown it in the "don't bother" folder, rather than contacting me to let me know something was wrong and giving me a chance to fix it.

Look mom, positive thinking!

(I do not think I will get the job. I do, however, think my application was much more polished and complete this time. If I reach the interview stage, I will be pleased. If I don't, I'll apply again next time.)