We're getting down to the wire now. Kevki is down by 2%. I feel a tightness in my chest. Every time Kevin tries to talk to me about it I have to walk out of the room. I can't handle the tension. I should be able to breath right now right? Kevin is on the phone every 2 seconds talking to someone, who was talking to someone, who was texting someone to get votes up. It's getting insane. Everyone say a prayer to "the beer god that is Carlsberg", and when you're done doing that get your entire family, all of their friends, your neighbours and their dogs to VOTE! Before I have a mild coronary and Kevin has a aneurysm.
