It’s 6:11 am, and I’ve been awake for hours, but I don’t think I can blame this on insomnia.  I’ll go to the polling place in a few minutes (hopefully avoiding being shot since it’s on the street where those two kids were gunned down in June), and wait in line, then go to work and be on edge the rest of the day.

My stomach is in knots, and I don’t know if I’ll even be able to drink my free cup of Starbucks, or eat my free ice cream from Ben & Jerry’s but I’ll certainly take it anyway.

Canada is lovely, but I’d rather move there for the right reasons…