Midterm elections and my nightmares. Yes, those are two separate topics.

( Cut for talk of Maryland politics, which almost NONE of you care about. )

I'm really ready for this campaign season to end. The Cardin/Steele race is painful, I really don't know how to feel about O'Malley/Ehrlich, and Virginia is lucky it has such lovely luminaries as kaalee and evil_erato (and I know there are more of you! eibbil_libbie! Who else?), or else I'd have already voted for it to be scrubbed from the map - I'm just THAT sick of the Webb/Allen contest. I keep hearing more noise about how this election is really demonstrating the NoVa split from the rest of Virginia and, like, god - why haven't y'all just officially rejoined DC yet? *grumbles*

Still sick, and it's taken a turn for the worse again. I hate this thing - I keep falling asleep ridiculously early and having really loopy dreams. The night before last I dreamt that Marc had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy and was leaving me. And that Draco was a really smug bitch, too. So that really sucked. And then last night I dreamt that titanic_days had a gig writing ad copy and he'd written up an ad campaign of some sort that wasn't about me, but it had a play on words with my last name and made my last name public, and all these people were mad at me about it, and kept coming to the hospital where I worked to point to the ad on the gas station across the street and yell at me about it. (Also, as a side plot, McDreamy was there and was slutting it up - sleeping with everybody in the hospital, and I DO mean everbody. Apparently, NyQuil makes my dreams gay?)