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Monday
Nov032008

Buckets

So tomorrow I'm pretty much going to be in a permanent state of chunder.  I need to be at the polls-- be at the polls, not at rounding the second-to-last REM cycle--at 5 AM, so as to place the Super Mighty Sharpie Pens of Democracy in all the polling booths.  There will be no voting without my very important presence!

When I don't have enough sleep, I am nauseated.  When I am worried or upset, I am nauseated.  When I am in the presence of other people who are upset, I am nauseated.  When the barometric pressure rises slightly, I am nauseated.  This is a job for The Mighty Mighty Barf Bucket.

My sister and I each had designated vomiting barfing buckets which, come to think of it, were stored in the bathroom because they were also used to wash our hair.  I'm going to assume-- pray, really-- that the buckets spent at least a little bit of time with some Clorox in between.  I am thinking of digging the ol' Mighty Mighty Barf Bucket out of Mt. Rumpke and dangling it from my belt like a multitool.

Speaking of childhood barfing, this is Will The Smaller Child Nephew's first Presidential election.  He hasn't let us know who he's voting for.  He is only two years old, but he lives in Ohio, which means he's registered about fourteen times over.

exit polling at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

tip the bartender

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Reader Comments (3)

Good luck tomorrow! And take it easy with the angry/annoying people :-)

November 3, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

I feel the same way, MB. Sleep deprivation leaves me completely numb, with a stomach ache and headache that just kills. I also have the same reaction to stress and any sort of negative, confrontational, situation. It's like a fight-flight reaction. I don't like it at all. I would prefer to go hide in my bedroom, preferably with the comforter pulled completely up over my head. No one can see me, and I can't see anyone either. Problem solved.
Good luck at the polls.

November 4, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterWiserlemmingAZ

Vote early and often. Or at least early :)

November 4, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterstarnarcosis
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