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Today's the Day
Voted.
(I love New York’s archaic voting machines; I hope they never replace them with something modern and electronic. There’s something about physically pulling that long lever and actually flipping little black switches by your candidates’ names. And then you get to pull the lever again, and it makes this great, final, solid, thumping sound. I love that sound.)
Now all that’s left is the waiting. Followed by the either the glee/running around in excited circles/joyful shrieking/(now what?) or the (please, no) horror/rage/disbelief/despair/(fleeing? rioting?).
So if you have lucky underwear, socks, or hats, today’s the day. I’m trying for zen at this point, but yeah, right.
(I love New York’s archaic voting machines; I hope they never replace them with something modern and electronic. There’s something about physically pulling that long lever and actually flipping little black switches by your candidates’ names. And then you get to pull the lever again, and it makes this great, final, solid, thumping sound. I love that sound.)
Now all that’s left is the waiting. Followed by the either the glee/running around in excited circles/joyful shrieking/(now what?) or the (please, no) horror/rage/disbelief/despair/(fleeing? rioting?).
So if you have lucky underwear, socks, or hats, today’s the day. I’m trying for zen at this point, but yeah, right.
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