Holding it down here in Florida.

I voted two weeks ago.

For the past two days, patrons have been coming in hordes looking for their polling places.

I'm doing my part by looking it up for them and printing out maps from the library to the right location.

I hope they go!

I'm feeling good and hopeful.  A bit jumpy.

Five Thirty Eight is showing a 98.9% probability that Obama wins.

Tonight I'm making pizza and have beer at the ready.

Si se puede.

Uh huh.  Word.

Now I need a Bubbe to come by and spit and I need to stay away from cracks in the sidewalk. 

And Erin slowly freaks out...

Way too many conversations with friends lately on the topics of weddings, engagements, baby names, and birth control. For real adult conversations.

Scary! I'm not ready!

I hate today. Hell in the South. My car was fucking towed last night and I have to take off in 45 minutes to make it down to Van Dorn and pay $213 to get it back. P is probably going to be admitted to the hospital. I'm fucking miserable.

So the title of my blog as always been "All Your Tomorrows Start Here." Today I feel like changing it to "All Your Tomorrows End Here."

Justice Sandra Day O'Connor is retiring. This is a shock. My head is spinning. And there's still the possibility of Rehnquist going, too. This is seriously upsetting.

Stay positive. Stay positive. Stay fucking positive.

And on a political strategy note, of course she did it on the Friday before a holiday weekend. Of course!

So there's a remote but real possibility that I might be meeting Tori Amos at the booksigning tonight. She's signing at the B&N in Georgetown at six. I don't think I can get out of work until probably 5:30. Sucks, but I will still try to get there just to try to get in. There are probably girls there who have camped out since early this morning. Because Tori fans are crazy.

Just thinking about the possibility of meeting her is making me all nervous. It will be one of those moments when you've rehearsed how it might go over and over in your head and when it happens it won't be at all how you'd tried to plan it. Like, I can't even wrap my head around what I'd want to say to her. I will probably be struck dumb and I'll stammer out something lame like "I love your shoes" or "I can't believe I'm meeting you" or maybe I'll have a flash of clarity and she'll think I'm the cutest and most witty fan she's ever met.

But the fact that I'm freaking out about something that *might might* happen is so silly.

Just need to think happy thoughts. My week has gone too well so far.

Okay so I just finished my last paper for the GSPM. And I'm freaking. I don't want to turn it in. Because that means all I have left of grad school is a silly powerpoint presentation due next week.

This is funny because I thought I wanted to be done with school, but maybe I don't? Damn it, I'm still sticking to my five-year-break before thinking about a PhD.

Oh whine whine whine. I need to pick up some alcohol on my commute home tonight. Watch me some "Biggest Loser" and forget about life for awhile.

Ugh. This waiting for orgs to called me about jobs sucks! I'm feeling super-anxious about this one job in particular and they haven't called yet. I know I'll call them tomorrow if I don't hear by the end of today...I just want to e-mail her right now and yell, "Tell me! Damn it!"

I just would really like this job. Hmmmph.

UPDATE: So I just got a call from another job wanting a second interview. Yay! And in discussion with P, she says to go ahead and email Docs for Tots if I want to. I'm going to wait until 4:30 and then shoot them a message. Come on Docs...

UPDATE TWO: They suck. :o(

Yay. So I had a good birthday. Robin and I had lunch and went to see Eternal Sunshine. It was so wonderful.

Tucker Carlson had to cancel our first class because he had to make a television appearance. I'm pissed. He is going to reschedule, but dude, you have a commitment to teach my class!

I had birthday dinner at Thaiphoon with Noel (and her Mom), Carrie, Kim, and Priscilla. I love these girls.

P bought me Mona Lisa Smile and we watched it.

Two interviews today. One at Docs for Tots and one at OMB Watch. Both went well. Politemps called and set me up with another interview tomorrow at the Campaign Media Analysis Group. I have no idea about this position, other than it is administrative work. Hey, you have to start somewhere. Supposedly it's a very cool place to work.

I'm beginning to worry about my image as a master's degree candidate. I think people look at it and wonder why I'm applying for entry level positions. In both of my interviews today, they asked me about that. I seem to be stuck in a weird place. Over-qualified for a lot of the positions I am forced to apply for because I'm under-qualified for the next level. It's a tough place to be.

Woke up an hour early to register for Spring semester and got into all the classes I wanted! Yay!

Political Management and the Media (In this class we get to come up with an idea for a media event and if its chosen, the class actually gets to put it on! Fun!)

Crisis Management (With all them shady Republicans out there, yes even though some of them are my very good friends, there is always a crisis brewing! Alright, alright, some of them shady Dems cause crisis, too.)

Specialized Skills in Political Management (a one-credit, four weeker with special professor TUCKER CARLSON! Yes, he is my deep, dark, not-so-secret, bow-tie-macking political crush. Even though Lindsay once saw him wearing salmon colored pants.)

Now that I seem to be on a string of luck, maybe I'll get the job today? It's killing me!!!