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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
It ain't over till it's...oh, wait, it's over. Okay. Okay, I've got another good thing: One day after Election Day, and it's actually over. (Well, except for some Congressional run-offs in December.) I didn't think it would be. (Did anyone? Really, deep down, in your heart of hearts, did you think there'd be an electoral and popular vote winner without a recount or a court order, let alone within twelve hours of the polls closing?) Also, since Bush doesn't have to run for reelection again, he should, theoretically, not have to spend any of the next four years campaigning. Which may result in the government accomplishing more things. Which may or may not turn out to be good, but, um, it'll be something different. This morning J. and I both considered calling in disaffected, but we both sucked it up and dragged ourselves to work. (My office, mostly Democrat with a few Republicans who were too nice to gloat, was very quiet. A little...too quiet. J.'s office, entirely Democrat and mostly urban-dwelling, middle- to low-income minorities, had an awful lot to say, and said it.) Midway through the morning, I realized I'd forgotten to take my morning medication; by noon, I had a splitting headache and was feeling dizzy and twitchy, and decided the best thing to do was go home, take my meds, and crash for the rest of the day. (If I really, really wanted to, I could have gone home and come back, but the mid-day buses only run every 25 minutes, and I'd have to take four of them for a round trip, so to hell with it.) So: home, meds, quality time with the bird (she was elated to see me back so early, and it was nice to be in the presence of something elated), then I went upstairs to lie down and wound up actually falling asleep till J. came home after 6. I never, ever take naps successfully, or sleep during the day if it's not a continuation of having slept during the night; I guess my month of up-past-2-a.m.-nights finally caught up with me. I think I might even get to bed before midnight tonight; what the hell, no all-night news to stay up for, and Spider Solitaire's not going anywhere. And if I'm well-rested tomorrow, I bet I'll be in a better mood; and who knows what amazing feats I could do at work?—like, concentrate for more than half an hour without double-doses of Ritalin. Yeah, "sleep is overrated" is overrated. Good night... [ at 11:41 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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