Election Day, or How with the Right Philosophy Everything Can Become Fodder for Self-Condemnation

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I find myself envying--though not necessarily admiring--those people who have the decisive naivete to throw themselves into supporting a political party. I won't be voting. Once again, I had to much trouble figuring out how to fill the absentee ballot request form. I did try. After listening to my father tell me how important an election this is, how terrible Santorum is (not that I needed to be told that one), I felt like a horrible citizen. I'm depressed. I imagine when my parents were my age, they had conviction. All I seem to have is apathy, a nagging sense of guilt, and the fatalistic feeling that whatever I do won't make any difference in the end.

So I didn't vote. I did get four hours of sleep last night, staying up to finish the Habitat newsletter for today, I skipped my first class in order to print it out and take it to SORC for photocopying. Although, I had done a mock-up photocopy for them on one of the shit-tastic Hillman photocopiers, apparently their uber-new and expensive-looking machine couldn't handled the contrast on the cover page's picture--because it would "break the machine." Yes, break the machine. . . what the hell? It really seemed like utter tripe, because why would you have a photocopy machine that couldn't handle light and dark contrast?! Ugh. Now I just feel like I'm the most irresponsible, unprepared chair ever. I had two weeks to do this. I'm glad I at least went through the caffeine-crazed sleeplessness in order to achieve this.

Back to work. . . .