Jake and I already have a game plan for November 4th. All clothes are to be set out the night before. All lunches, etc... ready the night before. Everything needed for the day will packed and ready to go. Cellphones charged and back in the purse, ID ready, voters pamphlet and everything else will be ready. You'd think we were taking a trip to Europe. As over the top as it may seem... it's still something we need to do. The people in our neighborhood are early voters and there's no way I want to get stuck with the people who are voting after 5pm. Our volunteers, G-d bless them, are older than dirt and move slower than molasses. I want to be there right when the polls open and they are slowly pulling out the "I voted" stickers. I'd rather wait for them to get everything set up and be one of the first ones out than have to wait for the rest of the crowd and be there for an hour (or more).

This last week is going to suck ass. I've been so nervous about the whole thing it's sick. Every news report sends me into a fit of giddiness... only to switch into uncertainty. The "What ifs" are killing me. The "New Hampshire" possibility makes me want to scream. I swear Jake and I are going to be sitting on the couch hyperventilating all night long on the fourth. It will be worth it if we will be celebrating on the fifth. *crosses fingers, eyes, toes and everything else I can cross with minimal pain*

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