A day in the life of the one person news department.....On Election Day.

Now, this is going to be an interesting day. I see myself in 20 different places at the same time, and losing what is left of my hair at the same time. As of 3:00 this afternoon, here is my day:

3:45am--Alarm goes off, hit snooze button.
3:50am--Alarm goes off again, snooze button punched.
3:55am--Alarm goes off yet again, wife kicks me in the head, cat farts, and I finally get out of bed.
4:35am--Arrive at studio, almost slip on the one piece of ice left in the parking lot, but manage not to spill a drop of coffee.
4:45am--Sit in front of monitor and look at about a dozen press releases, write some gibberish, then start drooling as writer's block kicks in.
5:00--Crap, I really have to stop staring at the monitor.
5:10--Kick myself in the @ss, and bumble my way through three newscasts. In the process, since I not only have writer's block, but my tongue doesn't work, I remove said tongue and replace it with a coffee filter.
5:40--Replace replacement tongue with the old one. Neither one seems to work, so why not use the original?
6:00--Potty break, and yes, everything did come out ok, thanks for asking.
6:15--Curse the fact that Saint Mike's didn't make the second round of the playoffs in hockey and basketball as reading the IRS taxlaws are more interesting than what I wrote.
Fast forward to about 8:30, as the second cup of coffee kicked in, and there was only massive amounts of braincrampage and peeing. As they say, you don't buy coffee, you rent coffee.
8:30--See into the future and write the afternoon news.
9:00--Crystal ball breaks, realization there is an election today and head out to see Deano vote.
9:30--Comes to realization that watching Dean vote really won't be that much fun, but I just want to see if I can beat someone to the tough question.
10:00--Dean arrives, smiles, and poses for the cameras.
10:15--Done voting, the lunatic radio guy asks, "So, how did you vote on Measure Six?"(Anti-war/closing of Air Guard base.) Dean dodges question, but answers it without knowing he did so.
10:30--Back to the studio for more frantic writing.
10:45--More peeing.
11:30ish---Get news done with quotes, e-mail Shay at the Guardian with quotes from Deano, e-mail Curley, call Curley, curse the City of Burlington as they won't fax election results to the media, and then ponder what in the world will happen if IRV doesn't work.
12:00--Cut PSA's, and do other random news stuff, including making sure the fax machine works for those kind and wonderful towns that will actually FAX results over.
12:45--Go to leave to cover Hinda Miller voting, cannot find keys....Keys in car with door locked. Oh poop.
1:15--Arrange for door to be unlocked at home, intern gives me a lift home, and then back to the office to pick up my car, FLY to see Miller vote...OOPS!! TOO LATE!!
2:00--Curse my brain, and head home.
2:05--Damn, I need to stop peeing.
2:10--Phone rings five times in eight minutes; Measure Two, Six, and Eight reps calling me with their press conference locations and times, Alice to make sure I get paid, and Curley's office. (By the way, I forget his campaign manager's name, but he is HYSTERICAL!!!)
2:30--Eat for the first time since 4:30 this morning and start writing this to clear my head as I will be up until about midnight tonight.

More later, as this should be a fun night. Yes, I am being serious. As much as I am going on and on, this really is fun. Of course, my brain picks today of all days to go BOOM!!!! Naptime, more later.