M is for Migraines and Mondays and Mary and all the Mice that have retreated indoors to terrorize me and make babies inside my pillows. This is what I think about when I’m laying in bed at night: that at any moment my pillow will start to move and out will crawl a family of rodents to get tangled in my hair. November has begun, and with it comes cold toes and scratchy throats and hungry mice and patches of dry elbow skin. I’m less than excited, and it seems I’m not the only one. My coworkers are ill, my roommates are depressed, and my boyfriend has lost his marbles (or rather, all his iMac files). Maybe it’s a bad omen, or maybe it’s just premature winter blues. Whatever it is, we will all hold our breath today and hope to fend off any bad luck from plaguing this much anticipated Election.
This morning my co-worker Mary said to either vote or die. Usually I try not to directly respond to any requests, advice, or comments that come out of Mary’s mouth so as not to encourage her, but today I replied to her command with a dramatic salute and a hearty “yes ma’am!” Today is the day for action, for change, for history to be made. Years from now we will look back on today and reminisce, and hopefully I will not remember Mary or the mice babies or how miserable November weather can be. Hopefully I will remember today as monumental, as the day when America finally turned left to get out of the gutter.
obaMa!
