It is normal that national election nights make me want to vomit.
It is normal that major state level election nights make me want to vomit.
It is not normal that such a few tiny little races make me even pay attention, much less want to vomit.
I'm so effing nervous. Come on Kloppenburg and Abele! This HAS TO HAPPEN.
ETA: Early numbers for Abele NOT GOOD. Kloppenburg has a slim lead.
ETA2: Numbers are reversed now. Abele leading in his race (yay!) and Kloppenburg losing hers. Argh.
ETA 3: Abele Won. Yay!
Prosser 724,859 Vs. Kloppenburg 723,125, with 98% of the vote in. God fucking dammit. *goes back to bed more discouraged than I have been in weeks*
You know, I have a job I hate but it pays decently, with enough seniority and good reviews that I'm unlikely to lose it if we do have some lay-offs. And C is a nurse. And a really good, well liked one at that. She makes a decent chunk of change and has more job security than most of us. So maybe I shouldn't care so much. We aren't going to have children. Everything happening is unlikely to directly hurt us (except for our home losing value if residency restrictions are removed, but even that isn't the end of the world, we like our home and aren't really planning on moving any time soon). So at the end of the day, if the lower middle class and lower classes want to fuck themselves over by electing the assholes they elect, why the fuck should I care?
There is a 585 vote difference with 99% of the vote in. If ever you didn't believe that every single vote counts, this should show you otherwise. Unfortunately, if its that close, we have to start counting absentee ballots. Which means we won't know till morning. Which means I really need to be sleeping. I have to be up in 4 hours. rarr.