I have so much to say, but I feel paralyzed.
I feel like the good guys need to win this election by a huge landslide. Not just win. We need to stomp the vote. We need to win so hard, nobody, NOBODY can question it.
I feel like the last two elections were stolen. You get mugged twice, it kinda makes walking down that particular ally a little scary.
Today I was in my school, having lunch with my very favorite teachers. (I’m not back to work until January, but I’ve been doing Monday lunches with my grrrls.) Anyway, there was a voting machine there. It was sealed closed with a little plastic tie. I put my hand on it. Just to feel it. It sent tingles up my arm.
In summary, I am both too excited and too scared. I really feel like I’m going to puke. (Maybe it is the candy corn — 50% off!)
On top of everything, I just learned that Obama’s grandmother passed away. Today of all days. I just don’t even know how to wrap my head around that.
Vote, baby, vote. Please.