Happy 100 Post! YAY! ::digital streamers and confetti in abundance::
Oh, and I am SO fucking ANXIOUS right now. I can't breathe. My stomach is in knots. I feel like I'm about to go on a date. Or step on a stage without knowing my lines. Or some guy I had a huge crush on hasn't called me in three days. Or a loved one is at the hospital and no one is updating me on their status. Or I can't find my iPod. Or my house keys. Or my house. Or some mormon kids are playing jump rope with my intestines. Or my lungs are slowly descending into my feet.
GOD this feeling is terrible. A rolling, churning mix of hope for change and fear of having it ripped out from beneath me. I want to smile and cheer and say it's going to happen.
I want it to be tomorrow already (and I want this election to be decided by tomorrow.) I keep saying "oh my god, i can't take this." out loud. My co-workers think I'm a riot. And now I'm hopping a LIRR with cousin Kristin to cast our votes on Long Island where we will fling two more "yes, please"s into the deep blue sea that is the state of New York (well it's either that or the devil, right?)
Anyway. I'm leaving work early. So that's fun. Good luck Obama.
GOBAMA OBAMA GO
More posts later, I'm sure. There is NO WAY I'm sleeping tonight. Not until this bitch is over and done with.