Stress!

If I were a nail biter, my nails would be gone. I have my bags half-packed, ready to leave the country if Bush wins. I keep flipping to news stations and pages to keep track of the polls. My stomach's churning, I'm in a tizzy. J's worse than I am. Yes, you are! So shut up! You're all nauseated and fatalistic. I'm clinging to my tiny thread of optimism.

I so want Not Bush to win.