Sleep For Chance To Durrr

So... how is everybody doing? If you answered, "Not great, Bob!" then you, me, simpatico, my friend. I have officially reached the point in pre-election panic-mindedness where every single thought I have makes it about five inches in front of my face before it goes splat, a bug on the windshield. Focus is unavailable for comment. I can't write shit. I can't think shit. All I have in me is a wild-eyeing of the clock and a deep need to take enough pills to make me sleep until Wednesday at the soonest. 

That's not possible -- I decided I'll vote on Tuesday like an old-fashioned rube -- so instead my plans consist of turning off as much of the world as I can for the next sixty-ish hours and burying myself in horror movies. Tonight through the time you see me back here on-blog Monday morning, that is where I am gonna be. Holding my breath and throwing my phone in the toilet. 

I feel as if this Halloween week has been more of a bust than I'd intended -- although I have been having fun with my "13 Rats of Halloween" series, and there is one more final post in that set for tomorrow! -- but considering the world... I hope you'll forgive me. Okay, that's more than enough self-pity and drear for any damn body! I will shut up now, I will shut up after I say one more thing -- Vote. Vote please. Vote like the world matters. Vote for decency, the future, the children, whatever the fuck it takes. Just vote. And then we dance.