Blind man on a canyon's edge

I just realized that I had this very complicated and involved dream about buying stamps. Meh?

Everyone's been writing about their trips to their local caucuses, and this is the part where I admit that I don't even know what one is. (This is also the part where you all remember that I'm from Florida, and pity me.) I'm completely unsure about all of this nonsense and also rather uneasy about my lack of knowledge, but the sad fact is that I'm just too worn out to try and put it all together. I just thought that I'd admit that I'm a total ignoramus in the hopes that you might all find it charming and love me more.

I'm very, very tired and this is because of my job. I am not of the sort that can keep doing something that I hate so entirely every day without it taking a toll. And so I don't sleep well and I'm so depressed and I'm exhausted at trying to pretend like I'm doing ok.

So, uh, there.

Hey, there's a Safeway truck outside and he's got a box full of manilla envelopes. I wonder what -thats- all about?