Despite all my fretful, paranoid self-chastisement upon each and every optimistic thought.
Despite the hours spent going back over old news articles and blog posts from October 2004, in an attempt to re-live the sting and despair.
Despite the analysis of the ‘softness’ of the current polls, which should really have brought me back down to earth.
I admit it.
I have gotten my hopes up.
"Yeah baby! This thing is in the bag! Nothing could possibly go wrong now!"
I guess it might seem like there is nothing wrong with this.
But the dreadful depression that followed the 2004 result was, I think, made so much worse by the fact that I had somehow deluded myself into thinking there was a chance of ALP victory.
"Wow, you really ARE stupid, aren't you?"
And can you imagine how much worse it would be this time?
There’s such a feeling around the place that a change is a foregone conclusion, any victory for the Government will be doubly revolting. The crowing and bleating will just be unbearable.
A coaching suggestion made to football teams that have won the minor premiership and are facing the prospect of complacency in the finals series is that they should carry a brick around with them at all times.
Having used all my spare bricks for throwing off the overpass at 4WDs, maybe I should stick this photo up at my desk, to bring me back down to earth.
It is for these reasons I am undecided about whether attending any election parties is a good idea.
Who can forget 2004 when it was all freaking over before the party pies had even defrosted?
I guess, in the end, defeat is defeat and I am just deluding myself even further if I think I can mentally prepare for that outcome.
I'll have to come up with some way of coping. I think I'll choose....crack-smoking!
"Congratulations girlfriend. You worked it out."
Seems to be all the rage these days.
The least they could do is call the bloody election. I've been doing the slow hand-clap for about a month now but it doesn't seem to have worked.
At the moment it's like peeling off a really sticky band-aid, reeeeealllly slowly. Just rip the fucker right-off, Johnny!
"Nah, fuck ya!"
Yeah, well. The feeling's mutual, fuck-face.