I have ants in my pants. Not real ones, proverbial ones. Political ones.
I got up at the regular time and stopped by the Vote-A-Rama before work, which only took 20 minutes. I admit that I was confused when they gave me the legal-sized sheet of paper on which to fill in my preferred dots. I somehow expected the Presidential candidate portion of the ballot to be giant. It feels momentous, no? I mean, don't the candidates for President (for crying out loud) deserve a different font, or boldface, or maybe their own whole side of the page??
In any case, I made my choices and checked my answers (because I sometimes fear that I have retardedly chosen the exact opposite thing that I mean to. Also, I have wicked OCD - on the way to the airport, I check my bag about 10 times for my passport, even though it was there the last time I checked, I still need to check again. Erg.).
So, later tonight, after rehearsal, I will make my way to J's house for champagne (it's not just for New Year's anymore, kids!) and the viewing of political tv. I am hopeful. Hope. Full. Full of it.