Tomorrow is the day. One of the most significant elections of our lifetime at eternally long-last will be here. I swear, the tension this process has created can practically be felt in the air, like little particles of High Stakes Election Dander.
Personally? I'm hoping I'll stop picking my cuticles nervously after tomorrow night. I have red, pulsating fingertips that would really like some relief after a month of irritated merciless attacks perpetrated as I watched the damned CNN "undecided voter" guage lines going up and down haphazardly during debates, or cringing and clenching over Crazy-Eyes Bachmann on Hardball, or listening to a family member say Colin Powell's endorsement was racially-motivated while I dug the heel of my hand into The Husband's knee under the table to keep from jumping across the green beans and salad and busting through the window pulling my hair out.
(ahem: "Crazy-Eyes Bachmann")
So I guess you could say I am quite glad this will be decided once and for all, so we can go back to laughing at i can has cheezburger photos, like this one I made a while back, instead of Twittering and blogging fuming reactions to something one of the candidates/pundits/congresspeople/our parents/the damn neighbor said about our favorite candidate/belief/position/yard sign. (Also? If this goes the way I'm hoping, I might try to blame my depression on Bush.)
