Okay, I had written a fairly long post at work, and emailed it to Blogger. But it appears to have not materialized. And I can't just copy and paste it, because it's at work, where I won't be until Wednesday.

The jist of it was this: I haven't been posting regularly lately, because I allowed myself to be talked into volunteering to go door to door in my neighborhood, trying to get the vote out for John Kerry. This isn't something I'm comfortable with at all. In the past, I've mentioned how I hate to leave the house and how I hate to meet people. No exaggeration, no hyperbole. And now, I'm forcing myself to do just that. And it's not terribly easy for me to do. I mean, I seem to be managing it, but every day when I finish, I've got a bad case of the shakes, because this is so far out of my comfort zone.

But I can't not do it, either, because then I feel like I'm not doing enough to try to defeat the Criminal Bush. And if I deliberately don't do everything I can, and he wins, then I'll feel somewhat responsible. So the thought of not going out, not drumming up support for Kerry, or for anti-Bush, or whatever, is also pretty stressful.

So I've got these two stressors pulling at me, and it's really getting me edgy, depressed, and upset. And this has been pretty much my state for the past week, and will continue to be until after Tuesday. Plus, I have to choose between two landscapers: one with a much higher bid, who has trouble making it out for appointments, but who I feel more comfortable with, or one who has a lower bid but just got fined $1000 this past summer by the Nevada Contractors Licensing Board for, among other things, failure to comply in an investigation. Plus I just put down a big deposit on a Honda Civic Hybrid without even test-driving one (although I get to drive one this week, so we'll see). So, yeah. Stressed. And when I feel this way, I don't feel so much like writing.

So I'm going to stop now, and go read comic books.