I'd love to read my book right now. But I can't concentrate on anything. All I can think about is how tomorrow is Election Day and it could very well be the beginning of the end. I have been absolutely dreading tomorrow. If it wasn't for the fact that I don't think I could stand anymore of this campaign business, I'd wish tomorrow would never come. But it will and some juvenile wish won't stop the Earth from continuing its orbit and revolution. I just cannot find solitude this night. I won't at any time tomorrow. And if things go as they have been predicted for weeks now, I won't be able to sleep well again for at least the next four years. Joy.
Below is my last ditch effort to convince some of you that - to be completely blunt - you might be making a huge mistake. I apologize if you find that slightly offensive, but I'm too anxious and scared to care.