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On election day, I am going to go cast my vote, and then I'm going to go back to bed. And hopefully I won't wake up until someone can tell me who the new president is, 'cause I can't stand the suspense, speculation, and mudslinging much longer.

Not so much that it's getting me worked up, just annoyed.

The weird nose swelling feels-like-I've-been-hit feeling is going away. Yay. I still have no idea what that was. Best guess is, since most of the time I sleep on the wall-side of the bed, I rolled over into it. Oops. But no bruising, which confuses me. Oh well. Is going away.

Bleh. Not much else to say, really. Am going in to work even though I might not have work today, because better to check than, you know, get written up. And then if I don't have to work I get to go back to bed. Yay! Moo.

... I'm sure something else is going on. Ugh. Brain dead. Not working. Want to go back to bed. Oh well.