It’s November 8th, the day I praise myself for not succumbing to a taco bell craving Monday afternoon, thus allowing me to travel to the uh, health spa without stopping 15 times. It’s also presidential election day in the US.
I will not be voting in this election. Not because I don’t want to – I’ve voted in every major election and many local and state elections since I was legally able to do so – the state of Maryland neglected to send me an absentee ballot. I mailed my request in by the deadline, but no joy.
This is my fault, now that I think about it, and I’m pissed. I’m not registered in Maryland. I’m registered in Alaska. The absentee ballot request was a registration/ballot request, so my brain told me they’d register me, then I’m good to go (and get called for jury duty again.. fuck). My brain is an idiot. Read the fine print after the fact and notice the deadline for registration is in early April. Son of a bitchface.
I’ve been more nervous about this election than I am about MC’s upcoming surgery, but at least I’m not as invested this time around if it turns out opposite of the way I prefer. Lord, Allah, Buddha, Ganesh, Odin, and Trent Reznor help us if it does.
Now comes an even bigger decision with greater immediate impact to those around me today. To shower, or not to shower? That is the question.