So I'm off to an amazing start. I didn't even post on Day 2 of this blog month thing. But bitches, I was so exhausted yesterday. From the moment I walked in the door at work, people were after me for something. They wanted my blood, I tell you.
Rubber stamps, printer toners, petty cash, more petty cash, break coverage, freaking brad fastener thingies, more petty cash, a demand for quiche, and cries of "it's too cold in here, fix it!". But I survived. Only to go home, wash the dishes, deposit my paycheck, drop off my neighbor's ballot, buy a gift card at Macy's, then ride the bus to the Buddhist center where I chanted for an hour with lots of other lovely people which finally made me able to have the energy and determination needed to make the quiche that had been demanded for the next day's work potluck. And boy did I make it and boy was it tasty.

I had a dream that my iPod was broken. Thrilling dream, I tell you. It doesn't more vivid than that.

Kitzhaber won. I probably wouldn't have cried if Dudley won. He's not the worst politician ever.

I'm very glad the election is over.

Hmm. I jogged.

That's all.