Under attack.

Okay this is pissing me off.

Sunday is my day where I don't do much of anything if I am so inclined. I work all week, I run errands and clean on Saturday, Sunday is my day of rest. If I don't want to take a shower, I don't. Sometimes (usually) my hair looks like crap and I have sheet marks on my face from sleeping too hard Saturday night, I wear my house-iest of house clothes, I read, I have the TV on, I lounge. It's my flipping day and I will spend it the way I choose.

Today so far I have had THREE canvassers pound on my door, and it is only 2pm. One of them POUNDED on my door, scaring the shit out of me and literally causing me to fall off the couch. Another knocked loudly in that "shave-and-a-haircut" way and used my door knocker for the "two-bits" part. That guy wouldn't leave. He continued to knock on my door three more times and finally left after approximately 10 minutes. These last ones just left - two of them, knocking on my door and my neighbor's door at the same time.

Okay, I get it. I get that we need to get out the vote. I get that there are millions of people out there that need to be made aware of what will happen should the other guy win. I made the phone calls myself - of course, if someone didn't answer the phone or hung up on me I certainly didn't CALL THEM RIGHT BACK. But if someone doesn't answer the door, go to the next one. Jesus.

I feel like a prisoner in my own home right now, wondering when the next door pounding will come. I'm tempted to put a sign on my door that says "I already voted" but I don't have any tape. I have the sound way down on my TV and all the blinds drawn tight. I cannot swing the door open and yell at them because of the hair situation and I dribbled some soup down the front of my sweatshirt. Normally this wouldn't matter but apparently today it does.

It's time for me to consider a nap but who can relax after all this?

FUCK I can't wait for Wednesday.