Harris’s people are confident. The Trump campaign is panicking
God, I hope they know something we don’t. I feel like I’m gonna pass out. Or throw up.
This is one of those times were you just gotta roll with the hourminutes. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Too poor for recreational drugs. And too medicated. I’m afraid all I have is exhaustion, paranoia, anxiety, and terror for the next 36 hours or so.
I hear you. I was getting way too worked up about it as well. I’ve reduced my phone time as best I can, got some physical activity in, and tried to focus on some hobbies. It has really been helping but it took a couple days to take effect. I’m sure that you have or will be voting. Just do your part and then try to occupy yourself with other things.
I’ve tried occupying myself this whole time. I actually managed it. Just a sense of dread in the back of my head, no active, debilitating terror. But it’s falling apart now that everything’s so close. It was easy to kill when the election was far, and I could see it abstractly. But now it’s here, and I don’t have enough faith in my fellow Americans to be confident. I’m glad Harris’s team is, I just hope it means something.
I just want to not wake up in a fascist regime.
If your ballot is submitted, there’s nothing more to do.
If not, I’ll see you in line at 7:00 tomorrow!
You’ll see me in line. Limping my ass down to my assign polling place and filling out the ballot there. Hail Mary, Full of Grace.
I wonder if Jupiter is still accepting sacrifices…?
Yep, Charlie Kelly time— huff glue, eat cat food and straight to pass out until it’s all over.
