All right then. Even though it's too late for me to really do nablopomo, I'm doing it anyway. If, after a month(ish) of forcing myself to write something in this sad little blog every day, I find that the blog still deserves to die, I will kill it dead. I will even be gracious enough to remove its moldy corpse from the internet. (Aren't you glad I'm back? It's writing like that that keeps the fans clamoring for more.)
Unfortunately, I won't be able to write very much of interest until Nov. 5th, because at this time I have to spend all of my free time fretting about the election. ALL of it. Plus some time that should really be set aside for other things, such as working, eating, and going to the bathroom.
Part of the problem is that, in my deep and abiding self-centeredness, I truly believe two things:
1. Whether or not Obama wins this election depends entirely on me and how overconfident I allow myself to get. If I ever let the words, "I think Obama is going to w__" cross my lips, it's all over.
2. If I take my eyes off of the polls for more than fifteen minutes, John McCain will suddenly be ten points ahead and will then surge to victory. I am keeping the electoral map blue by sheer force of will.
I mean sure, some people are opening their homes to buzillions of Obama volunteers, canvassing nonstop, making phone calls. But hey, I've got crazy completely covered. So don't you worry your pretty little head about that.