Why did I get an email from John McCain just now, asking me to vote for him? Considering that all my monetary gifts go to Planned Parenthood, I don't really know where his campaign may have gotten hold of me as a potential love interest.
I am really scared about tomorrow. I'm glad I don't have to go to work; school will be used for voting. I would be unable to focus or maintain the neutral political stance required by my job. I'm just really scared that bad shit is going to go down, and it won't matter how people actually vote. I'm in a conspiratorial place.
I wish I had something good to eat right now. I have nothing. good. to. eat. in my home, ever. I should change that, maybe. No, wait. I am all twisted up with nerves. I couldn't eat even if I had something good, like almond-stuffed olives, guacamole, and/or fresh vegetarian grape leaves with pine nut hummus. Well, maybe I could eat the grape leaves. Yeah, I probably could.
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