one of the what is bound to be ubiquitous E-Day posts
I am high on Election Day! (Erm, I realized that could be taken two ways: not on illegal substances, obv. just high on the elation of it being ED)
I am PUMPED for this election. I do not have (much) jitteriness or worriedness like I had last time around. I don't have to worry about going into work tomorrow and being amongst a group of sad and depressed folks. Story: I worked at the bookstore nights/weekends when the last election took place. While I can't say the same for my "real" 9-5 job, when I walked into the bookstore the Wednesday night for my shift, I was somewhat relieved to see that all of my fellow employees were as mopey as I was. It mollified my thoughts that I wasn't insane to be that morose over Kerry's loss (because really, why the fuck couldn't the Democratic party come up with a better candidate? Jesus.) The depression throughout that store that night was physically palpable. We amused ourselves by making fun of the man who would continue to be ruining running our country for the next four years.
I am contemplating driving around tomorrow all day and honking my horn screaming "Obama" out the window, especially in front of houses and vehicles that tote McCain signs and stickers, gas prices be damned. (OK, not really, but the thought is really there that it would be a helluva good time).
My yoga class this morning was just canceled, which means I can get to the polls ASAP instead of waiting 'til this afternoon, so I am utterly tickled by this.
(I has no election-related icons, so Marie Antoinette is as close to political as I have - it feels somehow appropriate since I feel Bush deserves to be guillotined - y/y?)
ETA: 10:30am and I'm done and voted. Voter #272. I was literally walking down the driveway to leave about two hours ago (it's a beautiful day, so we were going to walk to the precinct) and Jim called and said he'd just got through - an 1 1/2 after he got there. So I walked back inside and decided to delay an hour. :) I was in and out in about 30 mins. William wasn't horribly co-operative, which was to be expected, but I managed. Perseverance.
I am PUMPED for this election. I do not have (much) jitteriness or worriedness like I had last time around. I don't have to worry about going into work tomorrow and being amongst a group of sad and depressed folks. Story: I worked at the bookstore nights/weekends when the last election took place. While I can't say the same for my "real" 9-5 job, when I walked into the bookstore the Wednesday night for my shift, I was somewhat relieved to see that all of my fellow employees were as mopey as I was. It mollified my thoughts that I wasn't insane to be that morose over Kerry's loss (because really, why the fuck couldn't the Democratic party come up with a better candidate? Jesus.) The depression throughout that store that night was physically palpable. We amused ourselves by making fun of the man who would continue to be ruining running our country for the next four years.
I am contemplating driving around tomorrow all day and honking my horn screaming "Obama" out the window, especially in front of houses and vehicles that tote McCain signs and stickers, gas prices be damned. (OK, not really, but the thought is really there that it would be a helluva good time).
My yoga class this morning was just canceled, which means I can get to the polls ASAP instead of waiting 'til this afternoon, so I am utterly tickled by this.
(I has no election-related icons, so Marie Antoinette is as close to political as I have - it feels somehow appropriate since I feel Bush deserves to be guillotined - y/y?)
ETA: 10:30am and I'm done and voted. Voter #272. I was literally walking down the driveway to leave about two hours ago (it's a beautiful day, so we were going to walk to the precinct) and Jim called and said he'd just got through - an 1 1/2 after he got there. So I walked back inside and decided to delay an hour. :) I was in and out in about 30 mins. William wasn't horribly co-operative, which was to be expected, but I managed. Perseverance.