The waiting game.

I'm officially a giant bundle of nerves. My stomach is queasy, I'm high strung, shaky and I can't concentrate. I'm pretty sure it isn't the flu. I've done what I can to make things better. I dropped my ballot in the drop box this morning on the way to work, and for good measure I honked a few supportive honks at people on the side of the road with Obama and Gregiore signs. Now I just have to sit back and wait. Not that it will be a passive activity. I'm sure I'll be obsessively checking the polling information on the web. I'll be pacing and biting my nails too, for all the good that does.

In addition to the presidential race, I'll be keeping tabs on California's Proposition 8, a hideous piece of legislation that would make California the first state to overturn a State Supreme Court decision allowing same sex marriage. I'm hoping it fails because I'd hate to see the state I love cling on to this vestige of bigotry.

Tonight, I'm hoping they'll be calling the election early, because I don't know how much of this stress I can take. I'm already exhausted. If you haven't done so already, please go vote. I'd like to be able to say I don't care who you vote for as long as you vote, but this time we have too much to loose. So vote wisely. Vote Obama. Vote No on 8.