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Feeling sick. Still have to go to work. Blargh. On the upside, my throat isn't closed making impossible for me to breath anymore! Breathing: four out of five doctors recommend it.

Okay, so DC. Got there safely. Hoorah. We went straight into meetings for the Association. Oh! So at the public affairs conference, they get different people to talk about politics to us. Last year (the year I didn't go) they had Newt Gingrich and James Carville. This year we got the 143rd least important people for the Obama/McCain campaigns.

There was some interesting stuff going on. Long story short, apparently I'm now the face of the NRA. (National Restaurant Association, but we kill just as many people.) I didn't mean to be. My group talked to a congressman, and he changed a critical vote, basically after talking for two minutes.

We didn't do anything. But everyone at the Association thought we were heroes, so they followed us around with cameras everywhere. Apparently I was the only photogenic one, as I was taken aside for a personal interview, told to stand in front of the capital to take photos, and was forced to sign a contract saying they own every image of me every taken.

Gotta get back. Ciao!