by Benjamin J. Kirby
It's like clockwork with me: twenty-six days and a few hours until Election Day, and I am about as despondent as I get anymore before elections.
About a month out, and I used to genuinely freak out. There is a lot that can happen in four weeks, and less and less you can do about it.
Now, simply observing them from the comfort of my Chromebook, it's less pressure. But too often it's no less frustrating.
And so I am in the throes of the middle-aged version of my Election Year Existential Freak Out. I promise to give up on politics. I promise to turn on, tune in, and drop out. I promise to unplug from it and stop caring. I promise never, ever to do this again. I promise to quit the political blogging and re-focus on my fiction (again).
I promise to quit.
Don't worry, I'll get over it in another week or so.
Oh, and for the record, this isn't about debate night, or the changing poll numbers for Obama. It does, however, have a lot more to do with the fact that you can read the last two blogs posts here and they both appropriately use the word "crazy" in the title, one by Matt, one by me.