Really though it only took me 45 minutes to get through line and vote. I felt so...so...CIVIC! Like a good citizen! It’s a totally new feeling for me. 

I hope you’ve gone or are in line or are going some time today. DO IT! The time is now! GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!

Go Barack! You can DO IT!

(...and now to take lots of beta-blockers to stem the nervousness in my stomach!)

It’s the last day to register. Have you registered yet? Gonna vote? Huh? huh? huH? I feel slightly like a rabid squirrel with all this frenetic energy around the election. Someone is even going around the office today asking people if they’re registered. He’s got a ton of registration slips with him too. Go dood! Way to get people involved!

Did you all see this weekend’s Saturday Night Live? I have to admit that I haven’t seen SNL in YEARS. But they’re really milking this campaign for everything it’s worth. Amy Polar did a great job taking over for Palin in this rap she did for weekend update. You HAVE to check it out!

In the meantime, Go Rock the Vote!

Wow - I looked at what I just wrote and realize that a couple years ago, if I had read that, I would have had no idea who or what it was talking about. Truly, there’s nothing like economic crisis and the financial world going down the toilet to act as a quick tutorial on loans and savings! Woohoo! Truly, a silver lining to this ugly cloud! LOL

So now I have freed up some capital to put into....a mutual fund? My 401K? Buy stocks? Government bonds? Or how about some property? Oh shoot. I might as well just stick it under my mattress or maybe use it as toilet paper. 

I pretty much spent the next 3 days in that condition, with the same headache refusing to go away. It kept me awake at night. During those night hours, random weird things would go through my head, for example, the name of my friend Duane’s favorite band, Automatic Music Explosion. It just kept repeating on loop with no respite. I seriously thought I was going crazy. The other night I got some strange combination of Project Runway, Harry Potter and The Redskins victory song. Totally bizarre.

By Saturday morning, it was pretty clear it was not going to get better on its own any time soon. Off to the hospital I went! During my 5 second office visit, I was prescribed some antibiotics and prescription strength Motrin. yay! Afterwards the doc asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Part of me wanted to yell, “YOU’RE THE DOCTOR! YOU TELL ME!” Geez. What did she expect me to say? “Please give me a sampler pack of all your schedule II meds please! Thanks!” Despite the weird interaction with the doctor, I’m thankful I got my meds and got out of there.

I think I quite literally spent 70% of 4 days in bed. Today, I’m back at work, and feeling a little not altogether here. Oh well. At least I’m still a contributing member of society. I contribute my sickness to the office! Enjoy everyone!   

So when my bosses approached me about taking the position, I really had to think long and hard about whether or not I’d do it or not. You see, there is no extra pay involved. Just more work. More responsibility. More stress. So I guess it’s not technically a promotion, it’s a “promotion.” (It’s amazing what quote marks can do for the nuance of speech!)

So here I am, 3 weeks in, and I’m about to have a nervous breakdown. Mind you, there are other things in going on, but really it’s been a bit of stress. I’ve had a couple almost-breakdowns, most people have been asking why I looked so frazzled, and why are my eyes so puffy?

On the upside, the promotion has got me on an interesting project where I have a lot of input, so that’s great. I also get a lot of great visibility AND I get to be in the design world again! Yay! I must say, I’ve missed being creative in a visual manner for the past couple of years. So there are good things with the stress, and more responsibility means more experience, so I’m all for it.

All in all, I think it’s a good thing if I can just make it past this hazing period! Gentle reader, if you are the praying sort, PLEASE throw up a prayer for me! 

Poor Leslie was my guinea pig this time. He kept telling me how long his hair *actually* was compared to how short it appeared. “Well then!” I thought to myself, “there’s only one thing to do, and that is to see exactly how long it can get!” So he very willingly agreed to be my subject. So used the blow dryer to fro it out. Here are some of the resulting pics:

And then we got bored and decided to do something completely different! Yes, my friends! Welcome the Fro-hawk!

Ah yes, all in a days work. Fun! Fun! Fun!

Leslie and I are taking suggestions now as to what to do next. What color do you want to see it? I’m thinking we need to turn it into spikes with red tips. Add gold chains? “I pity the fool that doesn’t wear gold chains with his fro-hawk!” hahaha