There’s a midterm election tomorrow; you may have heard about it. I voted a couple of weeks ago and other than maybe to get a Covid booster in advance of starting my new job next week and running the boy to and from school I don’t plan to leave the house. I make no predictions about anything at all other than strongly suspecting that virtually no one I, personally, voted for will win. Frankly, if anybody I voted for other than my School Board candidate (who is the incumbent and thus can be presumed to be the favorite) it will mean that the Democrats are having a spectacular night.
I would like a spectacular night, but … well, you know what my faith in America looks like right now.
I plan to spend as much of the day either away from the internet or recording Bloodborne episodes— I’m not going to be done airing them by the time God of War: Ragnarok comes out, but I’d like to have the recording finished by then. Once the polls close around here I will probably begin the process of slowly losing my mind, so go find me on Twitter, unless I manage to aggravate Elon Musk into banning me tonight.
Maybe ought to take a brain pill tonight, too, while I’m at it. In the meantime … I don’t have to tell you to make sure you vote tomorrow, right?