Just a few words.

So, here's the thing. I've got a hurricane behind me and an election ahead of me that I desperately just want to be over and settled because it's giving me uncomfortable stress levels. And besides quietly endorsing Obama on facebook I've been trying to keep politics out of my internet presence too much, but I need to say something.

If you are, are friends with, or are related to women, and respect their rights, do not vote for Romney.

If  you are, are friends with, or are related to immigrants, and respect their rights, do not vote for Romney.

If you are, are friends with, or are related to members of religious minorities, and respect their rights, do not vote for Romney.

If you are, are friends with, or are related to the middle and working classes, and respect their rights, do not vote for Romney.

If you are, are friends with, or are related to persons of color, and respect their rights, do not vote for Romney. 

If you are, are friends with, or are related to members of the LGBTQ community, and respect their rights, for the love of all that is good in this world, DO NOT VOTE FOR ROMNEY.

I will not tell you who to vote for. You can vote for Obama or Jill Stein or Mickey Mouse or Ralph Nader or whoever you want. And this has been said a million times by people who are far more eloquent than me, but -

You cannot look a person in the eye, take a shit on their rights, and go home and laugh at Modern Family. That is not okay.

Thank god that's over with.

Yesterday around ten PM when I was up to my eyeballs in homework and stress and panic and stress and homework, I made a promise to myself: I was going to finish all this shit, regardless of whether it wound up decent or not, and then tomorrow I was going to go to the gym, because every time I told someone how freaked out and shitty I felt, they told me to go exercise and calm down. Around two AM I finished all my work and crawled into bed, where I proceded to lie awake freaking out about every single little thing in my entire life for the next half hour.

Apparently I can never remember what position I like to sleep in. I always start out curled up on my side, because I remember sleeping like that as a kid, but sooner or later I realize NO WAIT A MINUTE, I sleep on my back. When I'm stressed, it seems like I never realize this. (AND YES, I re-discover this EVERY NIGHT.)

Anyway, I turned in all my shit, got out of class around noon, and went to the gym.

I feel the crummy and the stress seeping out of my pores with the sweat.

Ahh!

NEGLECTING MY BLOG?

Sorry, but every time I sit down to think lately I turn into one big ball of stress and panic.

Maybe I'll type something worthwhile later.