I’ve got a bad case of election fever.

It’s a common affliction, but I feed my addiction with a steady diet of 24-hour news channels.

Don’t worry, I should be cured by Wednesday. We all will be cured then.

I hope, trying not to think of 2000 and poor ol’ Al Gore, who had it snatched from his grasp during a lengthy post-election wankfest courtesy of a conspiracy of scum.

As long as there’s a clear outcome by Wednesday morning, I’ll definitely be cured.

This has been one of the most fascinating, captivating, electrifying campaigns I’ve ever seen. It really feels like we’re watching history unfold.

I hope we are, but I’m still not convinced. I have so many scenarios running through my head where Obama doesn’t win. The polls all show him with a clear lead.

Polls can sometimes be wrong and as we saw in 2004, even when the pre-election polling tells the truth, the official vote can lie.

Come Wednesday, it’s either going to be “Obamamania” or “the death of all hope.”

Please, let it be the former, because the latter sounds like a real bummer, man.

(scroll down for my unsurprising endorsement of Barack Obama)