Jim Hynes has ’em:
Today is Election Day, and I’m suffering from metaphor overload. My nerves are shredded. I’m as jumpy as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I’m vibrating with anxiety like a tuning fork. My forebrain, and the poll numbers at Real Clear Politics, are telling me I shouldn’t worry so much, but my shrill, hysterical, paranoid lizard brain is screaming constantly at a pitch only dogs can hear. I can’t even claim to be unique: you can read all about my condition in the New York Times.
If you have ’em too, take the Hynes approach: Vote, and find something good and scary to read.
