74 Days

74 days until the nazi Cheeto is removed from the White House.

74 long, painful, terrifying days.

Lights

Okay, the lights work. Now they stay off until December, m’kay?

How do you celebrate a new president elect?

I celebrated Biden’s win by playing some guitar.

It still hasn’t been called yet but it can’t be much longer.

Just imagine not being embarrassed to return here…

Look at me, not worrying about another day without a new president elect and shit.

The trends on the vote counts in Georgia and Pennsylvania look good but I can’t let myself get excited.

If I let myself get excited the home plate umpire is going to bounce Roger Clemens in the first inning.

If I let myself get excited Aaron fucking Boone is going to homer in extra innings.

If I let myself get excited Bucky fucking Dent is going to put one into the screen over the Monster.

If I let myself get excited the ball is going to go through Bill Buckner’s legs.

I can’t let myself get excited.

I just got word that today is National Red Head Day.

How did I not know this was coming! A national day to celebrate My People? My Fellow Red Heads?

All praise and glory to my brothers and sisters in red!

Still no winner. Still no president elect.

And I miss my Christmas Cookie scented candle.