It feels like I am waiting to hear back from an Indian manager for an IT position, where the six other candidates are also Indian and far less qualified than I am.
It feels like I should be rechecking my ammo supply in case I have to shoot a few of Santa’s reindeer.......
It kinda does. I feel like it won’t know if we got a present or coal until about 24 hours from now.
I know that I’m checking the local news to see if any riots and idiots are in the areas of town I usually work in. If there is, I’m staying home.
I went to bed at 9am Central time on election night 2016. NOT GONNA MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN!
It feels like I’m in a beautiful, comfortable family room. Great music, food and family gathered for another fine night.
And then the doorbell rings...who could it be, everyone is accounted for already..wait.. wasn’t there a breaking news report earlier about an escaped convict from a mental hospital being on the loose..?..??..
No=But Trump is gonna WIN.
More like The Eve of Destruction.
watched Home Alone yesterday
In some cities Saint Brick will be coming through the busiess window not the chimney and instead of leaving presents he’ll be leaving WITH presents. But that will only add to the charm.
How’s the mood at DemokratUnderground ? Anyone checked ?
Not me.
I spent the last week dropping lit for GOP candidates in a contested third ring suburb of Minneapolis.
I don’t know what to expect or what to think, either locally or nationally. I do hope that it’s good across the board.
It’s weird. It like the minutes or hours before a big storm hits. You know it’s coming but you just don’t know what to expect.
No i’m not gonna be out over a grand and be drunk on wine by end of dinner.
I’ll be drunk on whiskey :)
I’m thinking more like New Years Eve, or Cinco de Mayo where you need to get home early in the evening before stuff gets crazy.
Because we may be about get the gift we all so desperately want.
If, on the other hand, we somehow wind up with coal in our stockings, it’s time for those who aid, abet, commit or condone vote fraud to have some lead delivered to them.
Feels more to me like I’m waiting for the results of a medical test. Tomorrow or sometime soon, we’ll know the diagnosis.
Very much.
Prayers for God’s mercy on us and this Republic.
I am thinking that the Dems are wondering if it is Dec 6th, 1941.
Best election of my lifetime was in 1980. Hoping for a reprise.
It feels like opening night on my play. Did everything I could but no idea how the audience is going to react.