Let the Healing Begin...

What is there to say? So much. Not much. Too much bush news on the tv. Can't watch the tv, can't read the Newsweek, can't look at the front page of the Times. I am done with this red state. I've had it with Boone County's Bush win... 35 votes. 35 fucking votes made Boone County a red county. It makes me sick. We were always the holdout. We were the little county surrounded by a sea of red. Disgusting. It fucking disgusts me.

I need to go through the fucking grieving process to get over this bush win...

1. Denial - Experienced near the end of the night on November 2nd. I called it "hope" at the time, but no one else in the room saw it my way.

2. Anger - Oh yeah. I was angry all right. In fact, I'm still angry... perhaps this is the stage I find myself in now? Fuck yes. Grrrrr........ will the anger stage last for the next four years? Time to move on.

3. Bargaining - Hmm.. this usually happens before the loss. Maybe this was the frantic "praying" I did on the night before the election? Anyway, it was sad all around.

4. Depression - Can depression be manifested in extreme rage? If so, I'm already there.

5. Acceptance - Okay. Fine. He'll be here for the next four years. Dammit. Jesus. Grrr... shit.

Whew! That was awesome! I feel so much better now. Let the healing begin, eh? What a fucking insult to humankind. The fact that we would elect such an incompetent, self-serving and anti-intellectual person to office makes me lose faith in humanity.

Well, I had my meeting with Royce over lunch today to discuss my Contracts midterm. It went well, but he did the signature Royce-Barondes-Face-When-He-Thinks-You've-Said-the-Most-Stupid-Thing-Ever-Said-By-Any-Person-Ever Face while reading over my midterm. Three of those faces throughout the analyzing of my paper made me want to crawl under the table and curl into a little ball, but I didn't. I just shook my head a lot and waited until it was over. He said it was commendable that I even made the appointment with him, but I think he was trying to keep me from crying (Which I didn't, thank you very much). Nonetheless, I do feel better about the entire midterm, and I highly recommend speaking with him about it. Granted, most of what he said was in some anti-social genius word code that only math majors and Asperger's Syndrome sufferers understand, but it was worth it. He also tucked his tie into his shirt while we ate, which was hilarious.

Speaking of Contracts.. i should read some of it. I wish I could take a nap or watch TV or be happy, but law school doesn't afford you the luxury of any of those three.

Clinton/Obama in 2008?

Let's hope so.


Sincerely,

Sugar Booger