I dreamt that one of my colleagues at work had suddenly moved to Northern Ireland and was fighting a hopeless local council by-election for my old party, and I was organising the campaign.
Then I dreamt that I woke up, realised it was all a dream, and called her in the middle of the night to tell her about, much to the annoyance of her husband.
Then I really did wake up. Reality is better.
I had the submit issue too.
Was reading through this in a yeah, no, skimmed it does that count, oo interesting, way until got to learning irish book and all other thought was swept away by being impressed that you can do fadthas on livejournal. (Why yes, am pants at technology)
Wonderful mix of books here.