Well, I tried to vote early but the lines were prohibitively long w/ little boys in tow, so I awoke at 6:15 this morning and hightailed it to my polling place. I was expecting some blowback because my election-day address is not the same as my ID address, but sharing my ID and my Social Security Card took care of it. I received ballot #13, stood in line, marked all six pages, fed it into the hoping-this-records-my-ballot machine, and skipped out of the gym into the early morning sunlight. Another woman my age was leaving at the same time and we looked at each other.

“Now’s when I start getting nervous for the rest of the day,” I said.

“Me too,” she said.

“I just hope that it turns out that our nation’s voters are… sensible,” I said. She laughed.

Here’s hoping. Shit, I’m unemployed. Mitt Romney has already written me off. He doesn’t want to be my president? Here’s hoping he never has the chance.