I am on a plane to DC. Womp womp.
I did not have my shit together yesterday and I realized I forgot to pack a couple of things after I boarded my flight, so I just ordered an Amazon Prime Now delivery at my hotel tonight.
I've told some of my coworkers that I'll probably be hiding in my hotel room rather than attending any watch parties.
I have a work dinner that'll keep me out until 6:30 or so. That'll give me time to get home (if home has water—there's a big water main break in my town that's been unresolved for about five hours now), get a drink, and start watching returns.
Oh I have no delusions about where I will be. Every election in memory I have planted myself in front of the tv and computer compulsively watching. I didn't think I could possibly have been more devastated than I was after the Bush elections, and then there was 2016. I still have not recovered, but I won't be able to sleep or focus on anything else. So I will watch. Toes and fingers have blue nails, and I have my menu together.
I hope to spend the evening watching DVDs and hoping for the best. Time enough to face reality on Wednesday.
However, here's a little ray of sunshine.
There are returns watching parties in town I was thinking about going to, but my brother and his girlfriend are visiting so we will probably be out bonding and catching up.
We'll probably watch something off the DVR and check out the returns between episodes.
I've told some of my coworkers that I'll probably be hiding in my hotel room rather than attending any watch parties.
I can be available for chatting or texting on non-political matters. Like whether you've seen Venom or not. (I know you haven't had a chance yet. But I can amuse you with tales of large parts of fandom discovering tentacle fic.)
I can be available for chatting or texting on non-political matters.
Thanks. I may take you up on that.
I'm on call, so I can't turtle the way I'd like to.
Oh, it sure is great when the HR person teases a "big change" to be discussed at the end of the 2019 benefits presentation. We're probably moving to husband's benefits anyway, but WTF.
Oh, shit, it's going to be vacation.