The NY Times

Yes, I read the New York Times. I realize this makes me a liberal, elitist, egg-head snob. I can live with that. Late last, as I couldn't get to sleep, I played with their latest interactive map; the one with the red states and the blues states and the striped states and the yellowish states. I live in a yellowish state, which makes me proud and nervous at the same time. Anyways, according to the stupid NYT map, even if McCain takes the 5 yellowish undecided toss-up states, we still have President Obama. I have no idea what to do. I want that to be true, hell; I NEED that to be true. But I'm terrified. Something will happen, something will go wrong; it always does. There will be hanging chads. There will be bizarre conflicts over voter registration. Something will go wrong. And I'm just far too invested to relax and let Tuesday happen and say "whatever."
So tomorrow, I'm buying a bottle of wine and putting it in the fridge. And Tuesday evening, I'm going to park myself on the sofa and uncork the damned thing and I'm going to watch and I'm going to drink. Hopefully by the time a decision is reached, I'll be mellow enough to go outside into my very blue neighborhood and scream "Hell yes, President Obama, y'all!" or "This is BULLSHIT!" and wait for the screams of agreement. Because at least I know, in my neighborhood, I am not alone.