I woke up, turned over and hit the key on my laptop that turns up the backlight on the display. I refreshed the election results page to see how close the presidential race had gotten since I went to bed. Bush had 254 to Kerry's 252 electoral votes, and three states not decided yet. I knew then that the day had already turned to shit.
I hit the alarm a minute or two later when it went off and got out of bed.
I showered alone. I wish Jon had gotten up with me this morning, because I find that the small amount of time we spend together some mornings really helps put me in a better frame of mind for the rest of my day. But he slept in, and I showered and dressed and left home early.
Outside, it was dull and overcast. And muggy. I really hate fucking muggy weather. Makes me want to move out of this stupid state (that gave its precious 15 electoral votes to Bush).
I stopped by McDonald's as usual, got my bacon, egg and cheese biscuit meal (I never eat the biscuit) with a medium Diet Coke, and I drove away. It was later that I noticed that those motherfuckers must have run out of the Monopoly game piece hash brown holders because I had a plain one. It's the only reason I get the meal, dammit! (For what it's worth, they also build their bacon, egg and cheese biscuits incorrectly. How is a carb-conscious person supposed to get all of the contents of the biscuit away from the biscuit WHEN THE CHEESE IS STUCK TO THE FUCKING BISCUIT? Do it differently, I say: first bacon, then cheese, then egg. Then the contents are stuck together and I'm not driving down the road like a maniac trying to peel cheese.) Figures.
I got to work before my office partner, so I turned on my halogen lamp and enjoyed the dim quietness of my office. Then she walked in, flipped on the flourescent lights and began talking. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN A BAD MOOD? We're good enough friends that I should have been able to say that to her, but I only managed to sit here quietly and sulk.
Yes, the world should revolve around me, dammit. Don't ask yourself stupid questions like that.
"I need a hug," I later wrote to Jon in our talk session. He told me he'd give me extra hugs at lunch. I found myself looking forward to that.
Lunchtime greatly improved my mood. We went to Baja Fresh and I loaded up on their fresh Pico de Gallo salsa that I on my Burrito Mexicano (that included steak, black beans, and hot salsa). Jon and I talked about increasing our homeowners insurance and enjoyed our meal. We then walked to Wal-Mart, where I bought multipacks of gum and chocolate candy.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm... Reisen. Reisen is love, my friends. Pure, hot passionate love that ends up in your mouth. Take that however you want. It's all good.
And then Jon hugged me before we left to return to our jobs. That changed my mood for a very short period of time.
At 2 p.m. EST, Kerry will officially concede. It's a sad, sad day for America. Or is that "Amuhrca"? It's just lovely when our President can't pronounce words correctly. Like nuclear. IT'S NUCLEAR, motherfucker. Not nucular.
I think I need another hug.
