I am surprisingly useless today. I just keep thinking about what tomorrow will bring. Well, and the next weeks, etc. I have one thing I'd like to get done workwise, but I just can't seem to focus.
In random thoughts, I don't usually keep soda in the house, because I will drink way too much of it, but I splurged on some Sprite Zero Cranberry yesterday, and I really like it. It's a little festive.
I just keep thinking about what tomorrow will bring. Well, and the next weeks, etc.
Right? Say there's a blue wave. Trump and his cult is not going to handle that well at all, and I don't want to deal with it.
Unrelated: I just finished my last bit of work before leaving for vacation on Friday morning. So tomorrow I just have various doctor's appointments, Thursday I pack, and then it's finally goddamn vacation!
But first I have to go vote. May Ramaswamy's defeat be crushing, and may he realize every time he looks in the mirror that his craven ambition was ruined because he decided to side with a pedophile [which one, right? I did actually mean his campaign ad, but then I remembered that he was part of DOGE and worked with the pedophile in the Oval Office] and then double down on it. Piece of shit.
I read an article when I was in school about how Sprite hit some rough times until somebody discovered it was Dr. Dre's favorite.
I'm actually trying to find some optimism but it isn't easy cause the fact there is Trump II has almost destroyed my faith in my fellow Americans, let alone how polling works.
I have also almost never seen "Elections have consequences" play out in a way that...sparks joy.
Maybe I'm due.
I can't believe that people report on political races based on what the fucking prediction markets are saying.
I'd call those colors blue leaning toward periwinkle, and fuchsia.
I went and voted today, and got in and out with no issue and no lines. From what I could see, it looked like most of the people at my polling place were taking Democratic sample ballots from the people outside offering sample ballots. Then when I was backing out of my parking space, the guy handing out the Republican sample ballots started waving and shouting "Stop!" at me. So I slammed on the brakes, and it turned out that there was another car that was headed toward the rear of my car, but it was still like four car lengths away, so definitely not close enough to merit all that waving and shouting.
Now I should be grading, but I'm too anxious waiting for the results.