My name is Shari and I'm a Huffaholic. It's been months since I fell off the wagon. I read the HuffPost as soon as I get up in the morning, and it's the last thing I scan at night before I go to sleep. And in between I hit the Huff enough times that if I had a dime for every time I hit this site, let's just say I wouldn't have to worry about this impending recession.
And if my Huffaholism isn't enough to be worried about, I've started having phone banking dreams at night. Nothing nightmarish, but honestly, I spent at least 5-9 hours a day at my local Obama HQ working on phone bank data entry during the last month of the election, but do I really need to dream about this now too? Oh, and last night I started having dreams about being critiqued about how I should better edit my posts on HuffPost. Sheesh!
Seriously, I hope an Obama Administration offers immediate PESD (post-election stress disorder) counseling because I think I need a 12-Step Program to stop Huff'in...Someone help me, please???