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Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Final Moments of Calm

It's midnight'thirty. I'm still working. I've got a few more things to do before I can go to bed. Tomorrow's to-do list is eight miles long. I have to be at the office at 8:15. I think tomorrow I'll get a breakfast burrito with sausage instead of bacon. Our goals, which we hadn't even hit yet just doubled. On Saturday we have to stage the biggest canvass our office has ever seen, plus we have a four hour dry run, plus Barack Fucking Obama is going to be in town -- just to keep us on our toes.

I lost my jacket a few days ago, I'm not sure when, but I know I lost it before it got this cold. I'm not sure what I'm going to do -- cuz it's fucking freezing here now and all I've got is a hoodie. It's my Whitman hoodie, the one I stole from my sister, thank you Vanessa.

The time for evaluating what I'm doing was long ago. All I can do now is put my head down, trust the people in charge, and get my fucking job done. I've never felt this close to making history.

Urgency.

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