NaBloPoMo 2020 Day 3: Election Day

I am entirely sure that watching live election coverage is very unhealthy. I might as well start smoking crack at this point. Granted, I have a Plan B. In Sweden. Where you may find us should this not go well.

Over the summer, I called Camilla and staked my claim on their spare bedroom. Checked that box.

Later on, I was face-timing with Maria in Stockholm and she announced she'd just bought a brand new sofabed. Of course I immediately called dibs because I'm an opportunist. I locked in my win by informing Bruce of this development. 

Honestly should he or Nardo ask me, I'd graciously demur and let them have Maria's sofabed because I already have the one at Camilla's. I'd rather have a friend than a spare bed. 

That sounded like a meme.

We've reached that point in the evening where I can't feel my legs. I feel like I'm awake during my own surgery.