Bleah
I've been really stressed the last couple days over the primaries tonight. The polls have not been trending well. By about 5:00 tonight, I'd finally read enough positive articles to start feeling a bit better about things. Then Mary comes up and asks me if her sweater looks good because she has a date tonight. A second date. I've been afraid of this for a long time now, but it still just kills me. But of course I just assured her that she looked great and wished her the best like the loser I am. Gods, I suck. And talk about bad timing. If Obama does end up going down tonight I may have take a serious shot at getting drunk.