There's one hell of a party in Chicago

I cannot focus lately. Too much is on my mind.
Estrogen must attach to receptors in the brain that makes women not know what they want.
It's extremely likely that my personal life is going to change soon, the repercussions of which are unknown and slightly worrisome. The long and short of it is I'm looking out for me, because if I don't then who will?
And it is inevitable that the nation is going to change. Unless you're under a rock, you know it's election night. And some people have even made adorable cupcakes for the occasion! Voting for the first time was empowering actually. (As I write this, the polls close in 40 seconds.) Old people active in the community are so friendly. Even the guy with an eye patch. He was pretty awesome. Part of me doesn't feel like I actually make much of an impact, despite what all the rock-the-vote ads say. And the other part of me is terrified of what could happen if who I voted for becomes the next President. Either of them actually. We might be doomed. Or this could be the change we need.
But now that everyone's done their part, all there's left to do is watch numbers flip on the television. Somehow, I'd rather get wasted or fall asleep until tomorrow when we know who won.
But I can't sleep, I have a philosophy take-home midterm, an article to research for meditation, and an accounting exam to study for. At least CNN is teleporting holograms, that's pretty cool.