Obsession


Ohhh people, I am obsessed. Truly, frighteningly obsessed.

I inhale daily Maddow and Stewart (and sometimes O’Reilly, but only when I need a laugh). I spend my Saturdays running a phonebank for eight straight hours. I donate money to candidates in states I’ve lived in briefly (Go Darcy Go!) and states I’ve never even driven through (here’s looking at YOU, Andrew Rice). I obsess over the latest Prop 8 polls and EEEEEPed audibly when Fivethirtyeight turned Indiana a pale blue. Pale blue! Indiana!

I’ve bought a ticket to Indianapolis, flying out on Halloween and missing what promises to be a kickass party in order to spend four days getting out the vote in my home state. Right now I’m feeling sick and worn out and I just want it to. be. over. already. But I’m counting on adrenaline to kick in and carry me through because this is too important to let up now.

I need to be able to look myself in the mirror and know I fought as hard as I could for the things I believe in. That I dug deep and gave everything I had to give.