10:01 p.m.
Nothing is going to be decided tonight other than we have to come to terms with the idea that the U.S. is who we thought they were. I go to bed hopeful because I haven’t figured out how to amputate that part of me yet. I also go with an eye on the realistic possibility that nothing changes.
9:43 p.m.
We’re doing this again then, apparently.
9:13 p.m.
NC elected a 25-year-old Hitler enthusiast and Florida threw in a Qanon woman. Who are these people representing?
8:51 p.m.
Turned on Episode 1 of the Holiday Baking Championship. So that’s how it’s going.
8:14 p.m.
Fox News is reporting that Hickenlooper is going to win the Senate seat in Colorado. I’m trained enough to know that it’s possible they are full of shit and trying to do some sort of propaganda-driven thing. Also I’m still hopeful.
7:35 p.m.
Memes will save us.
7:21 p.m.
Fine, Kentucky. If you must. But please, baby Jesus, let the Dems take the majority and force him to just sit there in all his newfound powerlessness.
7:18 p.m.
Helping conspiracy theories along is always helpful on election night.
7:11 p.m.
I’ll probably write this more frequently as more wine is imbibed, but the idea that this is even kind of a close election is still extremely bothersome to me. It should be a landslide to get rid of the worst American President in history and yet, here we are.
7:03 p.m.
“We would like to teach American exceptionalism except we make efforts to make sure people don’t vote.”
6:56 p.m.
Trump is apparently carrying the Latino and Cuban vote in Florida. That makes no sense to me other than the disinformation ads Republicans ran. (Apparently. I’m just learning about this.) We are a fucked up nation.
6:53 p.m.
And here we go. I’ve got all my election shit up, paying attention to all the polling errors (again), and thinking I go basically my whole life without paying one iota of attention to Florida and then once every four years, it’s all anyone wants to talk about. I’ll never forgive them for 2000, so that’s always fun.
3:37 p.m.
Man in 2nd Amendment hat and “Freedom Isn’t Free” shirt announces to other customer, “Gonna go home and prepare for the civil war.”
This was shortly after the other customer had said, “Dan! I thought you died?!?”
Cool.
1:20 p.m.
The Field is busy but no one is talking about anything. Not just “not the election.” I mean – no one is speaking. I am fine with this except it’s obvious the wave of “Oh my god we can’t be this dumb twice, right?” is in the air.
10:16 a.m.
First foray into Twitter. Will be careful of landmines but all the same.
When historians look back at 2016-2020, I feel like this picture will help. “The President was such a cowardly narcissist that he fulfilled his promise to “Build A Wall” by putting one around the house the country owns.”
9:46 a.m.
Even though UW has been telling us every day to take care of ourselves and election anxiety and professors are not giving us anything to really do for this week, I was able to get a future assignment done and am now meditating. I’m excellent at meditating. I let them talk to me while I work on other things and assume my brain will pick up on their primary message. Very mindful.
8:51 a.m.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to wear my “Tweet Less, Listen More” t-shirt to work today. It’s that or “We Believe Science Over Fiction.” Or maybe “Make Empathy Great Again.” Or “Life is Meaningless.” Really going to have to lock down my mood prior to leaving the house.
7:50 a.m.
In 2012, during the Vote No election against an amendment regarding marriage, Colonel woke up and asked what I wanted for breakfast. I replied, “My rights, my freedoms, to be left alone about my personal life.” She said, “We don’t have that, but we have Lucky Charms.”
“Marshmallows will have to suffice then,” I conceded. Everything broke our way in 2012 so I’m eating them again this morning. We’ve reached full-on superstitious behavior. Exciting.
7:00 a.m.
Since I’m awake, I decided to put laundry away and clean up my office. Wanted a movie on in the background. Landed on “White House Down.” I’m sensing a theme.
6:30 a.m.
Woke up because we insist on turning clocks back for no known reason. Remembered it was Election Day. Thought of the song that plays when the Inspector wakes up on November 5 in “V for Vendetta.” Pretty sure the song is about death but reminds me of the movie about making the government afraid of its people. Fitting.
