Well, I hope you all voted. Right now things look pretty good, but I remember another time about six years ago when I thought that, and when I woke-up, I was faced with a different reality. So, I'll wait until tomorrow to get excited, if there is indeed reason to be excited.
I voted today after a bit of initial annoyance and drama. A while back, a young guy came to my door and persuaded me to use a mail-in ballot. I was against it, because I'm bad about remembering to mail shit, I don't like to encourage people to come knocking at my door by doing what they ask, and frankly, I like the process of voting at the polls. It reminds me of being a kid and going with my mom when they actually had the little curtained rooms. I would stand just outside and ask her bothersome questions through the drapes until she finished.
This kid told me that it was much safer to vote by mail. There was less chance of the kind of problems that occurred in Florida a while back. He made it seem that if I didn't vote by mail, that I could be responsible for another George W. So, I said, okay. I didn't want to tempt bringing any more of that on us again.
A few weeks later, I got a letter telling me that the ballot they sent me was bad. I have no idea what that meant, but they also called it invalid and wrong. I was afraid to open it, for fear that I would unleash some kind of virus or anthrax into my house. So, what I did instead, was ignore it. I didn't even want to vote by mail in the first place, and now it entailed more "dealing with" than I could handle amongst all the other things I had to remember like, what time to pick each daughter up from their various activities, and what their friends' (who all look alike to me) are named, and that I have to feed and dress myself.
Actually, it wasn't half as big a deal as I wanted to make it. I went to the auditor's office who told me just to bring the ballot with me to my polling place. Once I got there, it was kind of fun. I had to first write the word, spoiled across it and then I had to tear a corner of the ballot off and then I stuffed both torn parts into three different envelopes after writing the word void across each one. Finally, I had to write down in a book that I surrendered my ballot and sign underneath it. By the end of the process, I was kind of glad that I had signed up for the spoiled mail-in ballot, it was so much more fun and dramatic to do a voodoo ritual before I voted. At this point, it seems like it was pretty effective too. Who knows, maybe next time, I'll bring a special doll and kill a chicken before I head to the polls.