I guess all the campaign talk, reporting and election speeches have started to affect me.
Last night I dreamt that the President of the United States (my psyche wasn't clear about whether or not it was the current incumbent) had died suddenly. But that's not all. By some bizarre chain of circumstances reminiscent of the prologue to King Ralph, I was the next in line to the presidency, just weeks after arriving in the US. As I woke up, we were making preparations to move into the White House.
Given my new-found status, I'd like a bit more respect from now on. And remember to address your e-mails to "Mr President".
Last night I dreamt that the President of the United States (my psyche wasn't clear about whether or not it was the current incumbent) had died suddenly. But that's not all. By some bizarre chain of circumstances reminiscent of the prologue to King Ralph, I was the next in line to the presidency, just weeks after arriving in the US. As I woke up, we were making preparations to move into the White House.
Given my new-found status, I'd like a bit more respect from now on. And remember to address your e-mails to "Mr President".
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