Last night I dreamed I was applying to be a 'civilian weapons inspector' in Iraq. (I don't really know what a civilian weapons inspector would be, or who would be sending them under what authority. But it wasn't the UN -- no blue. More black and red. Probably triggered by this article.) I didn't make the cut for some reason. Then I was wandering around some kind of exhibition showing off the winners. I was intensely jealous, mostly because they got really cool equipment kits. I remember that
vixyish wasn't very sad at all that I wasn't chosen.
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Ouch. Ah, dreams.
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