Keep your head up.

So I’m in the process of drafting a partnership agreement and I have no idea what I am doing. This weekend has so much potential for fun and trouble, yet it sees me being the model citizen of responsibility.

Alls hallows eve being this weekend, and myself being geographically located in a place for fun should dictate that I would find myself out and about today and tomorrow. Alas, this will not be the case.

My fantasy basketball draft will take up way too much of my time this evening, coupled with the fact that I have an all day class tomorrow which requires an early rise. Translation: I’m staying home tonight—all those phone calls and text messages inviting one out to this spot or that…are in vain.

What are the odds that we won’t have a president for at least a week after Tuesday? My guess is that there is at least a 66% chance that it will be the case. My other fear is that this will also throw the country into a pandemonium, an absurdity, and an incredible sense of unrest. No one expected 2000 to be the madhouse that it was—I don’t think most will put up with a repeat, however likely it currently appears to be.

Somebody should tell this jackass in front of me that it isn’t cool to sit directly in front of the door. Starbucks has to be one of the strangest places ever.