Is anyone else terrified of Election Day?

Or are the hackles on my panic disorder doing an independent “rising and screeching into the night”-thing?

I wouldn’t doubt it of them.

The Panic Hackles are prickly bastards borne of Hypersensitivity and Doom.

You know, if I could just get my crazy bits to stop procreating, there might be room for some sanity into the cracks.

Ah, the pipe dreams of the mad!

Until tomorrow…

Chloe