Too keyed up to think. After months and months of having daily political enemas it all comes down to tonight. I'm so afraid the way I want things to go will not. And baby doesn't like not getting her way.
I feel like this country is a drowning victim that has been left to splash in shark infested waters for so long its skin is pickled and raw and there's only a few last breaths left before the carcass sinks to the bottom of the ocean. Please, let a life ring be thrown. Let the hypothetical coast guard come with warm blankets and cool, fresh water, and please, please let the healing begin.
Clearly the only way to get through this night, while we anxiously wait for the news on important Props and the biggest race of them all, praying for the rescue we all need, is drinking Irish whisky and watching Michael Myers chop up horny teens on TV. Clearly.
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