Damn this election! Take me back to 1999

 I couldn't sleep for about a week. Then I dropped everything late yesterday, lingered in a low state of existence, and went to bed.

I slept! I had almost forgotten how it felt. It was wonderful to take a vacation to the Sandman's realm for a while. Then, wouldn't you know, I woke up, and immediately got tired again.

My psychiatrist recommends that I think about happier things. My siblings suggest that I avoid thinking about Trump. Instead, I'm doing text-messaging for Show Me Change. I love it, but doing it sleep deprived is close to Hell, if not in Hell itself.

My moods have gone from ecstatic as it looks like Trump doesn't have a chance, to sullen when I think he might win despite all the eggs he's laid and all the public shitting he's done. The four years under Trump has been like a nonstop night terror, where I try my best to wake up, but can't move to do it because an orange, 6' 2" troll with bad hair is sitting on my chest. My real wish is that I'll wake up and find it's 1999, and the last 20 nightmare years since Bush v. Gore never happened. Then I'd party, like it's 1999. 

So, I got a good, long night's of sleep last night. But I got up tired anyway. Figure that. Maybe I just want to sleep more, take another vacation from this world of the shattered future. The complete reverse of the one I let myself think we were going to have in 1999.