FOTD: I WAS LAZY (11/06/12)

I mean, I WAS. It didn’t even have anything to do with Election Day – I voted early, and wasn’t even thinking about it when I did my makeup that morning. Or I’d have done something loud. Ah well. Also, I don’t know if the Prestige liner migrated, or the Wet n Wild mascara ran, but something leaked under my eyes. Normally, I’m a big fan of raccoon eyes/slept-in makeup, but this is a bit extreme even for me. I wasn’t too chuffed about it. And when I tried to wipe it off, it would just smear around my face even more. Like, HOW YOU GONNA *NOT* STAY IN ONE PLACE ON MY WATERLINE, BUT THEN AS SOON AS I TRY TO REMOVE YOU YOU PRETEND TO BE PERMANENT?!? Not cool, jerkface.

I went to Mitch’s Bar and Grille on 9th Street to watch the election returns with some friends. That was actually lots of fun. Good food, excellent company, AND Laura finally explained the electoral college in a way that sticks in my head (honestly, I don’t know why it wouldn’t stick before, but at least it does now). We talked shit, told jokes, chatted, and also talked about some serious stuff, like the colonization of Hawai’i , how different voting systems operate and their pros and cons, why income tax cuts actually WON’T encourage job creators/business owners to create more jobs, the merits of cinnamon sugar for sweet potato tots vs. putting ketchup on them. It was a blast, and Mitch’s is great, and I hadn’t been there before, so yay! On the way home, I turned the radio on to the Beeb, and heard them call Ohio for Obama, and made the most ear-splitting sounds I’ve ever produced in my life. And then was so overwhelmed with happiness and joy and relief (not just because of the election results, largely also because I’d so enjoyed hanging out with Greg and friends, and just been hit with a heavy spontaneous dose of gratitude at how much I love my life and am grateful) – ANYWAY, I was so *literally* overwhelmed with happiness that I couldn’t process all the feelings, or the sheer overwhelming amount of feeling, and had a full-on panic attack. That was…well, it wasn’t fun, but it was kind of funny. I told Greg, “I’m feeling too many feelings! That’s what this is!” And also whined, “But I’m HAPPY! Whyyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!” Oh, anxiety, you’re a trip.