I’m stressed. I’m not having a good time waiting for the election. I’m up and down. I’m heartened by word from many quarters that things are breaking Romney’s way. Then, the terrifying possibility of Obama’s reelection comes and sits on my chest.
I hope the American people vote as if they understand the punishing effects of the last four years on our economy. I hope they are overstating their support for the incumbent, understating their support for the challenger, or both.
Essentially, I hope 2012 goes very much like 1980 did.
I have a lot to do over the next couple of days, which is good. But I know I’m a bit out of sorts, because I’m having to rely much more heavily than usual on lists.
I don’t anticipate being very active on social media—here, on Twitter, on Facebook, or anywhere else—on Tuesday night. I’m sure I’ll be back on it sometime in the next week or two, but for now I’m done writing about the election.
Y’all please go do the right thing.
Love what my sociopolitical sister Kelly had to say as her closer.
Mwah.
You summed up my current state of emotions, though. I’m afraid to watch. The agita has me in its grip.
This clearly defines insanity.