Nausea

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I'm so afraid. I'm afraid of hope. I'm afraid of counting chickens before they hatch. I'm afraid to believe. I literally want to vomit whenever I think about next Tuesday. I feel nauseous and overwhelmed with fear and dreams and suppressed excitement and terrified optimism and hope for a president we can respect, believe in and admire as an icon. It's more than just the disappointment of the last two elections that has me on tenterhooks. It's the hype and hubris that terrifies me. It's the sliver of possibility, the risk and the bracing for disappointment that makes me worry like a kid who can't keep her birthday cake down.

Don't forget to vote, and tell all your friends and knock on some doors this weekend. And some wood. And pray.