I asked for a cheddar cheese omelet but the lady said "Honey, I don't have cheddar." So I got American. It was exactly what I wanted.
When I got back into the car to head to Staples, Bush was on the radio, doing a press conference. I missed the beginning, so I assumed it was just a post-election day press conference. And for the first time in -- I guess for the first time ever, I listened to that man talk and didn't need to yell back at the radio. I didn't scream, and I didn't become enraged, I just sat there grinning like an idiot. I love it. I love it! I am still very skeptical -- politicians are politicians, after all, and has anyone actually mentioned how they plan to get out of Iraq, yet, by the way? -- but man, it is still a nice thing to not be nauseous the day after Election Day. Hopeful, even! Schadenfreude-y. [Note: I couldn't remember how to spell "schadenfreude," and my best guess wasn't even pulling up the "did you mean . . . ?" in Google, so I googled "german sucks to be you" and it came up! Awesome.]