I awoke in the middle of the night from a bizarre dream. In it I encountered Pennsylvania junior Senator Rick Santorum
. I think I was at the Capitol, or maybe in the senate office building, visiting some other senator (probably Boxer or Obama). Santorum came into the office and was waiting to talk to the other senator, and I took the opportunity to talk to him. Since he represents my home state that's not completely bizarre, even though I'd normally rather make out with a camel's ass than talk to someone like him. I started by thanking him for voting out of character in support of something I approved of. He got all miffed at me and began to lecture me on manners and propriety. We ended up in this really involved conversation that even made sense in the few minutes that I could remember it when I woke. Gah. Sometimes I hate my brain.
And I seem to be catching a cold. My throat is scratchy.