I just survived an MCR meeting that lasted two and a half hours, which means that I just made dinner at 11 and suddenly realized that I forgot to do laundry today. And it was kind of imperative, to the point where I'm totally going to have to wear my Superman briefs tomorrow. They're sporty, but they're not the most comfortable underwear for lounging around glued to a TV for hours upon hours of gazing at Tom Brokaw.
On the plus side, I guess it's good to steel my body for my all-nighter watching poll results, because the results from California aren't going to roll in until about 6 or 7 in the morning. (I'm so ready for this election to be over, it's not even funny. I just got an email from my grandma that basically paints Obama as the antichrist, and has charming bits about abortion, stem cells, and gay marriage. And I sent back a very terse, polite email telling her that I've been an absolute angel about not evangelizing to my family about any of the political work I'm involved with, and asking/telling her that I expect that to be reciprocated, especially where gay rights are concerned. And then I got a frantic, apologetic email back, and now I feel guilty, which is fairly fucked up. I can't wait until Wednesday, especially if it culminates in a celebratory Barackfast.)