I was going to write about the perils of my fight with running hills as I prep for Austin, but my attention has drifted elsewhere (which doesn't say much for someone who should've been a test subject for Ritalin) my mind is going back to November 7, 2000 10:45 AM, Austin, Texas when 125 of us stood in the Sunshine Room and listened to Joe Albaugh tell us that it was going to be a long night, that we probably wouldn't know the winner until the wee hours of the morning.
Today, I've been watching a slew of websites for updates on who's up and who's down. Reading about the excitement across the nation of young voters who finally believe that their vote does count.
Just as in 2000 when Joe told us that it was going to be a long night, the pundits today are saying that it's gonna be another long election night. And most likely, I'll be sitting in my oversized chair, legs crossed remote in hand flipping between the stations trying to get the edge on....well there's no one to get the edge on, but I can't fight the madness, I must give in...
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