I need this election to be over, because right now I'm coping by eating my feelings, only I think I'd need to eat the equivalent of a space whale to really comfort me right now. And, like, my body cannot contain a space whale, y'all.

Shrift, you and I are twins on this. Except my body keeps trying to accommodate the space whale.

Is anyone watching Pitch? Structurally that last episode felt just like the West Wing ep Noel.

I'm 2 or 3 weeks behind on Pitch.

... and it looks like Twitter is down. Bah. Time for bed.

We decided to avoid Election Night madness and just bought tickets to go see Mad Max: Fury Road Black & Chrome Edition.

I continue to be worried about the Senate

I think Kander (the Dem whose assemble-a-rifle-while-blindfolded ad seriously pushed my competence kink buttons) has a good chance in Missouri.

You ever feel like you'll welcome a really bad cold or the flu because you'd get the spend several days in bed without feeling guilty about it?

So often! And then I try to remind myself that personal days and mental health days are legitimate. And then I get up and go to work, usually.

If I didn't have the interview today, I would have turned around and gone home as soon as I realized I left my food AND wallet at home. Great start to the week. But no, camped out in the cafe, I'll go get those things when I leave this building to go to my office.

Tomorrow the election ends and four solid years of congressional investigations begin.

Clothes are annoying. Every morning, because of social expectations and the weather, I have to put something on before I can leave the house. When I was a kid, the 21st century was supposed to have paper clothes that I could pull out of the replicator, put them on, then throw them away at the end of the day. Those and the flying cars. The future is disappointing.

Tomorrow the election ends and four solid years of congressional investigations begin.

Hush you! I really am hoping that Paul Ryan would prefer a gets things done legacy to an obstruction legacy.