As planned, the Companion Cube and I got up this morning and walked to Tully's for a hot chocolate and then went to vote.
It went quickly. We were the 72nd and 73rd to vote in our precinct. Nothing like waiting three hours in the cold, biting Ohio rain four years ago. Double bonus: this year my vote will probably be counted.
Later, while we were riding the bus to work, in our nearly matching shoes, and animatedly discussing the ballot initiatives and the various reasons one could be disqualified to give blood, I thought to myself, "If I were watching us I would totally want to vomit." Sure it was early and we were both giddy with exercising our civic duty, but no one wants to see/hear that sort of disgusting cuteness on their morning commute. I know *I* don't. So, I apologize fellow 37 riders. Won't happen again.
Since arriving at the office, I have been struggling to pay attention to my work. I'm too curious to see what will happen in not just the national election, but also the tight governor's race here in Washington, as well as some of the controversial local initiatives here. This from the girl who just last week said she was sick of talking politics. Perhaps I should have taken the day off.
Did you know that I can't give blood because I could potentially be a carrier of The Mad Cow? MooOooOOOOoooo.
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