Dear elections, please just be over already. I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. Dear self, remember never to run for public office (ha!). You would have a heart attack. Dear self (again), you knew you would end up with mediocre photos if you went to JCP, and yet you trotted your little family right down to the studio. Why?! Dear 35 homemade gifts that need to be completed by the end of the month, I honestly don’t even know how to comment. Dear new iPhone, I’m pretty much in love with your bad self. Dear elections, are you over YET??