I'm so ashamed to say it: I didn't vote. There are no excuses really, especially since yourexcusesucks.com exists. My roommate went to Ohio on a bus last week, to go door to door and get voters out for Obama. I sat at home. I was okay with not voting, thinking that I had clearly missed registration and being in Democratic California and all that. But then I opened up the mail on Tuesday -- a big envelope sent by my mom -- and there was my mail-in ballot. It would have taken less than ten minutes to fill it out, since I mostly knew where I stood on the props. I considered doing it and just dropping it in the mailbox, but it would have obviously not made it back to San Diego by eight o'clock. Ugh, I'm lame.
I'm one of the 100 million people eligible to vote who didn't -- there are about 220 million eligible voters. I can't even talk to my politically minded friends. They'd castigate me. As they should. I sometimes rail about people who don't care about things and I have no soapbox to stand on, not after this.
What if Romney had won?
I've got about four days between now and annihilation. I need to finish up this project and get it 95% great and just out the door. I've run out of time. Hurricanes, elections, snow storms, nothing can stop me now.
Actually I'm pretty sure I'm not going to make it.
Hurricane Sandy wrecked New York for most of last week, you may know this. I haven't seen any of the effects personally, aside from a fallen tree or two. Everything in my immediate vicinity was fine, perhaps too normal. I spent most of post-hurricane time camped out at JMZ's house -- there was a lot of Letterpress playing. They eat good over there. Like it was deliciousness on top of deliciousness. Personally I've stepped up my food creation by making a daily grilled cheese turkey sandwich. Onward and upward.
I've also lost the taste for cigarettes. Poof, gone. Being out and about on pre-Halloween weekend, it took me an hour and a half to get home via subway and I think I lost the will to go anywhere after that. My friend passed me David Rakoff to read and we've decided to adopt his curmudgeonly charm to the max. Experiments in misanthropy will commence soon. Stay tuned.
Oh look, snow.
Hurricane Sandy wrecked New York for most of last week, you may know this. I haven't seen any of the effects personally, aside from a fallen tree or two. Everything in my immediate vicinity was fine, perhaps too normal. I spent most of post-hurricane time camped out at JMZ's house -- there was a lot of Letterpress playing. They eat good over there. Like it was deliciousness on top of deliciousness. Personally I've stepped up my food creation by making a daily grilled cheese turkey sandwich. Onward and upward.
I've also lost the taste for cigarettes. Poof, gone. Being out and about on pre-Halloween weekend, it took me an hour and a half to get home via subway and I think I lost the will to go anywhere after that. My friend passed me David Rakoff to read and we've decided to adopt his curmudgeonly charm to the max. Experiments in misanthropy will commence soon. Stay tuned.
Oh look, snow.
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