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It’s been an anxiety-ridden month for me, full of worry and sleepless nights and pill-taking, to the extent that I have to wonder, Jeez, what would I be like if Barack Obama had *lost*? Anyway, thanks to all of that, I have a head-cold and a renewed appreciation for anything that makes me laugh.

Like Charrow, and how quickly Mr. Ben caught onto this Twitter thing (sample Tweet: “There was a little white chicken fetus in my breakfast egg yesterday. Today, I opted for plain bagel”) and a Jezebel editor’s hilariously candid record of her attempt to follow Cosmo’s sex advice. Featuring Spanx!

And, of course, Get Your War On, covering the most crucial issues of the day:

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I went back to Dr. Feelgood today and in a first for psychiatry he sent me away with instructions to take up meditation and a promise that “you’ll be fine.” To be fair, he also suggested a certain brand-name drug. As this was the third time he’s brought it up and as I’m a smart-ass, I asked him, “What, are they paying you?” To which he promptly replied, “Yes.”

Points for honesty.

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A Country Song

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I had to agree with George Stephanopolous about the DNC stage: gross. Barack Obama’s head appearing in that screen, framed by neon lights, made him look like he was inside a jukebox, some kind of alien warlord informing a fifties diner that he is going to attack.

But that’s my only complaint. Ted Kennedy looked even stronger last night than he had the last time I saw him, speaking at my little brother’s high school graduation. How can you not go all mushy and sentimental when you hear him he say, “I promise you, I will be on that Senate floor on January 5”? Remember to factor in that you have your period in this scenario, with hormones coming out your eyes. Okay, go.

Michelle, meanwhile, is a goddess, and her brother is adorable. You don’t get to see that kind of close sibling relationship too often; the narratives of Father-Son, Mother-Daughter, Parent-Child, or Feuding Siblings take up too much space. And, of course, with this convention, the narrative of the Clintons Hate Obama but Love the Kennedies who Love Obama. It’s a country song!

God, I’m tired of thinking and hearing about Clinton and her disgruntled, spiteful supporters. It’s like no one ever lost a primary before. “It is a fact that millions of Americans voted for Mrs. Clinton this year,” acknowledges the NYT. Well done, factcheckers! Millions of people also voted for Jesse Jackson when he ran, but you didn’t see him hosting cry-ins about not making it to the White House.

Silver medal, Hillary! It’s not so bad! Other fabulous women have had to settle for silver. Try to do it with some grace.

Meanwhile, in *actual* drama, four people have been arrested for plotting an assassination:

The police said they had found two rifles, one with a scope, in the car, along with walkie-talkies, a bulletproof vest and licenses in the names of other people.

And enough meth to power ten long-haul truck drivers.

Luckily we’re being prayed for: the DNC even has an official prayer guy! And Tara Leigh knows him! Because apparently the world of Christians who are willing to chill with Democrats is very, very small.