"Days keep rolling over, escape to the undercover..." (Powderfinger)

I think the best way to deal with this is denial.

"I'm sorry... John who? What election?"

This morning my alarm went off at a nasty pre-dawn hour as usual, I filled up at a servo on the way into work at 3 digits a litre, I shelved books. I told myself that I'd seen this one coming, and that nothing would have changed under Latham anyway, so what was I bitchin' about? But it was only when I decided to pretend the whole thing was a nasty dream that I felt just a teeny bit better...