Sick with anxiety

Forty minutes before the polls close in the East; forty minutes before the media start naming obvious winners (Kerry in Mass., for example). Still at work here on the West Coast, I both want and don't want to look at the results on the internet. If New Jersey went for Bush, for example -- the example cited by most media as a harbinger of a Bush victory -- there's no way I could work. And yet if NJ went for Kerry, I'd just want to know about New Hampshire and Florida and everything else. It's the Red Sox syndrome -- you don't feel secure until the final out; they could still blow it. I don't want to get any news until I'm in the car onthe way home, but that's 90 minutes from now. Can I stand it?