November 4th, 2008

breeden

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At 7 AM, an unholy hour I usually only visit long enough to open one eye, get smooched, and tell Kevin to have a good day and not to let the bastards get him down, I got up. It's cold, and it's pouring. The polls opened half an hour ago.

We live in Pittsboro, a wee little town founded in 1790something, and my brain tells me that there is no chance of excruciating lines here, but I'm getting up early anyway, just in case. Plus, this way Kevin and I can vote together, so if there is any problem with my recent registration, I have somebody to back me up.

The sky is that bruised grey of early morning, the ground is wet, I am in groggy wolverine mode (inclined to doze off and snarly when poked) but goddamnit, this is the first candidate I have been genuinely excited to vote for in a dog's age. Maybe ever. I can get up for that.

It's cold, it's wet, it's too damn early, and it's time to go make sausage.
breeden

Sausage Accomplished

Very quick in-and-out at Pittsboro, and you can tell it's a small town, because several of the people on the ballot are out front of the precinct shaking hands, and Kevin is on a first name basis with most of them. (I believe he picks his vote in local races based on who he would trust to watch his kids. There are worse systems.)

I was voter #176. I asked the gentleman manning the optical...thing...thingy...machine* about turnout, and he said they have about five thousand registered voters, three thousand of which voted early. So there's a good turnout in our area, anyway. 





*"What's that, girl? Little Timmy is trapped in the thing?!"
breeden

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Jesus H. Christ, is he president yet!?

How about now?

I am getting a mindless scribble painting done, but that's the extent of my ability...trying to do anything that requires major brain power is just NOT happening...


(Now?)
breeden

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Race being called in Ohio.

If this is true--and I barely dare hope, I've been screwed before--then it's over, and the Great Pumpkin has finally come.

And Dole is out down here, so life is--possibly--hopefully--ohpleaseohplease--glorious.

Also, I'm quite drunk.
breeden

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NPR reports that McCain just called Obama to concede.

Excuse me a moment.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOYAAAAAHHHHH!

I could wish that North Carolina would go blue--we're awful close, but I don't think we'll quite tip--but it doesn't matter.

I love you all, have I mentioned that? (I'm drunk, have I mentioned THAT?)

Yes, we did.
Yes, we did.
Yes, we did.

Goodnight, blog.