Now a Warning

There is a nice photo of Andrew Scott. Isn't that nice? Ahhh. Nice. Well now that nice is out of the way something less nice -- don't know if you've noticed but there's an election happening in the United States tomorrow. A very very important election. And I'm not going to tell you to vote -- you should fucking well know to vote, and to vote for Kamala Harris; I am generously assuming my readership isn't full of repugnant assholes and that you already understand all of that. But I am going to say that the election has my head in a tizzy so I don't expect to have much of substance to say for the next oh let's be kind to us and say the next 48 hours. My fantasy is that I go to the voting booth tomorrow morning and after insert my Kamala ballot into the machine a little mist-gun pops out and sprays a fine sleeping mist over me and the poll workers then cart us all into a back-room where we sleep until the second the election has been called. And then we all go dance in the streets because the evil shit-ass Republican fuckers have been banished forever, huzzah! That is my fantasy and my wish. But I don't foresee that happening -- meaning the sleeping-mist part; I am honestly optimistic about the election results going our way right now, although due to lasting 2016 PTSD I'm hesitant to say that out loud. So instead I will probably just be off violently refreshing news-sites to stress myself out and curling into a ball and eating everything within reach and probably popping three of four Xanax. Point being -- I don't know that I have a point. At this point I am basically just typing so I don't go back to curling up in a ball. If anybody has anything nice to share, tell me about it in the comments. And if nice stories come into my view and I find the wherewithal to share them I will do so, so maybe I can return the favor and momentarily take y'all's minds off the very real anxiety we're all experiencing. Like -- here's a gif of Jonathan Bailey. Enjoy it. We can do this! (Vote.)