I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record

I almost forgot that today is election day. Even though Heidi and I talked about it JUST LAST NIGHT. Which just goes to show you how stressed out I've been because of work, life, etc. And by life and etc, I mean work. I still can't believe I almost forgot. It's a good thing I brought my lunch today, because now I have to vote on my lunch break and the whole driving to the polling place and voting process will take more than an hour. Probably. And I can't NOT eat lunch. Heavens, no. I can't vote after work because today I have to go warp the minds of small children. The place I volunteer is also a polling place, so I wish they'd just let me vote there because I'll be there ANYWAY, but NOOOOOOOOOOO apparently there's something about precincts and blah blah why won't anyone let me do things my way? Why? Heh.

I've told you guys how much I love voting, right? Well, I do. I love it so much. I'm sure the novelty will wear off eventually, but I sort of hope not. This is only my second presidential election. Oh wait, it's my third. I guess I always forget about the first one because it was such a clusterfuck that I'd like to forget it forever.

You know what else I'd like to forget forever? This post, because it sucks.

You are RUINING moving day for us!

I woke up a big, bitter, angry anger ball this morning. I was angry that I had to get out of bed, I was angry that it was cold outside, and I was especially angry about the giant pimple on my forehead.

It was because of the giant pimple, who I have named Isaac, that I parted my hair on the opposite side this morning. I thought if my bangs hung over the other side of my forehead, Isaac would have something to hide behind. It didn't really work, though. And all my foolish attempts to cover Isaac up with makeup only angered him. Sigh.

Then I got to work and remembered that it's flu shot day. I mean, sure, I guess getting poked in the arm with a sharp needle is not the best way to start the day, but at least things can only get better from that point, right? Well, usually I'd say WRONG YOU'RE SO WRONG SHUT UP YOU'RE WRONG.

Oh, but THEN. THEN I remembered that I get to vote today. I love voting. Even though we don't get to stab the cardboard ballots with the little stabby things anymore. I loved the little stabby things. I think the real reason they went to electronic voting is because they got tired of hearing me yell, "Stab! Stab! Stabby stabby stab stab!" and then cackling maniacally. APPARENTLY it disturbs the other voters.