Stressed

I think I may just make myself sick from worrying about this damn election. I can't remember when I have stressed and plotzed like this. It sure ain't helping my aching back, that's for sure. And on THAT topic, a little note to the Duane Reade drugstore at 72nd & 1st: Why, oh WHY do you stock the back pain relief medications on the BOTTOM shelf, 2 inches off the floor? Do you think that's funny? I mean, I guess it IS funny, kinda...but not when it's MY back. Machts nichts anyhow, since the doc came through for me. And since I can't drink tonight, maybe I'll just treat myself to one muscle relaxer per Senate seat won by the Dems. By the end, I'll be like Molly Ringwald's sister at her wedding in Sixteen Candles. I hope.

UPDATE: Citing widespread voter suppression incidents today, MoveOn.org is offering $250,000 reward for information leading to the conviction of those involved in an "organized effort of partisan voter suppression or electronic voting fraud." Here we go.