voting

I just voted. You should too. Although, in truth, anyone who reads this blog, is probably as adamant about voting as me, so perhpaps I am preaching to the choir.

I don't care. Go vote. Do it now, bring a book in case the line is long, but do it.

Last night I dreamed of a giant bobble headed John McCain chasing me. I kept landing in a hamster wheel frantically trying to climb it like a ladder. Whenever giant bobble head McCain caught me he'd forcibly reach in my pants pocket, pull out wads of cash and eat it.

This has been the (hopefully) last in a long string of political anxiety dreams I've been having. Christ I can't even have a political discussion without screaming anymore. I'm done. Spent.

And yet I feel as if I can breathe and see sunshine all over again.