I wasn't terribly impressed with Hillary last night, but I concede that what she did-- that is, talk about herself at length and then say "Vote for Barack Obama" was probably good for Obama's campaign. Her supporters who were upset she didn't at least get named VP will hopefully vocally support Obama now.
I need to feed Nigel, and I need help. If you'd like to help me feed him, and then distract me while he's crushing the skull of a live mouse and then eating it, please please please come over around 6:30ish.
I didn't vote yesterday. It's funny how we qualify and rationalize things. This morning, I made myself feel better by looking at the election results and the wide gaps. "One vote wouldn't have made a difference," I'll think. It's not that I didn't want to vote-- on the contrary, I was quite excited. Life simply took over. I was at work until 6:15, and had class starting at 6:45. It was my first class and I didn't know where I was going, and wouldn't have had time to drive across town and then stand in line anyway.
Why didn't I leave work earlier? I was wrapped up and trying to finish a project that needed to get passed along first thing in the morning. And why didn't I go during lunch? Didn't have time for lunch. And why not before work? Because I forgot to set my alarm for earlier. So apparently it's not as important to me as I thought, because any one of those things COULD have been put aside so that I could vote. Sigh.
The results made me mostly "eh." I'm mad about Dempsey, sad about Sheffield. Not overly excited or upset about anyone else staying in office or taking office.