Needless to say, given my rather well-known political views, I was a bit stressed out election night. Two of my best friends kept heading outside to smoke and I joined them
Last night, though, I finally broke down. I desperately wanted to do something, but not do something that I would significantly regret later. So I ate meat. I didn't get drunk. I didn't smoke. I ate half a pepperoni pizza. Somehow I felt better. Go figure.