One more day, and it will all be over.
A few nights ago, I dreamed that Barack Obama was campaigning in my hometown of Valdosta, Ga. It was raining, and he was standing under a black umbrella, microphone in hand, addressing a sparse crowd in the old Kmart parking lot. He looked tired and thinner than usual, plus a touch pissed off. I felt his pain, except for the "thinner" part.
We voted two Sundays ago, and I am just done with the presidential campaign. I want to wake up on Nov. 5, check CNN to make sure America didn't f*%# it up (again), and then go on with my life. Until then, I don't want to see another campaign ad, analyze a new set of poll results or listen to the latest interview with Joe Undecided. I couldn't even bring myself to watch Obama's infomercial. (It's not personal, Barack, but you already got my support and my vote. I had other stuff to do.)
Of course, I don't intend completely tune out Election Day. It's too historic and there are too many things at stake. I'm just so afraid that it'll turn out to be a nail-biter, and I'll have that helpless, slightly sick feeling I know so well from the last two election cycles.
On the bright side, one of my favorite illustrators, Alex Ross, has designed one of the best Obama t-shirts ever. I hope I'll have a reason to wear it soon.
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Me and mine will be sitting up at St. Mike's Pub on Gaines tomorrow night to watch the results roll in. That way we can either drown our sorrows or celebrate the nation's return to hope. Care to join us?
That sounds likes so much fun! If I can make some arrangements for the kidlets, I would love to come by and say hello.
I feel you on the whole helpless sick feeling. I'm so nervous right now I can hardly stand it. I want to trust America to get it right, but I just don't. I want it to be an Obama blow out so I don't have to sweat the returns late into the night. I start to feel confident, then I think, "don't get cocky". My God, the stress. I just want good news come Wednesday morning.
It's like we need a support group or something! If Obama loses, I predict a spike in therapy visits.
Very cool. You'll recognize me, I'm the fat guy with a shaved head and a septum ring. We'll be up there after 7:30 or 8.
Awesome. I'm the black chick with the curly 'fro and glasses!
Ha, depending on the crowd tonight, you may not be the only one by that description.
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