I Just Can't Walk Away

Okay, I am now safely exempt from all bitching about people who don't vote. I get to bitch when things don't go my way because I stood in line for an hour and a half, as it drizzled, and then I voted. I did not kill anyone for the soldier ahead of me who was waiting even longer [obviously] but could not vote because they couldn't find his name on their list. Dude had voted there for the last ten years. What the fuzzy? I felt so bad for him because they... basically told him tough cookies. Dude. That is just unacceptable.

Anyway, I felt very proud of myself when I reviewed my ballot. And then sent it off into the ether, where hopefully it will make a difference.

I do have to say that I don't see the logic in letting the people with last names L-Z cut the fricking main line. Why? Because they didn't have a small line to sign their name, so they should cut people who've been waiting more than a half an hour longer? It was more than a little annoying to be the first person outside the door, having been told they were currently full, and then two minutes later [and the inside couldn't have moved that quickly] they ushered in ten people from the L-Z side.

Oh, logic. Voting Day makes you weep, doesn't it?

So. Yes. There was never any doubt that I would do so, but I did have nightmares about it. I kept dreaming that I was distracted and kept voting for McCain.

Yes.

Seriously.

Nightmares.

My tummy hurts and I'm going to go avoid election coverage.

Oh, and they handed out candy while I was in line, but they did not give me the paper explaining the various issues I'd have to vote for on pages three and four. Uh, what?