Paul and I were in and out of our polling station by the time I'm usually just waking up. We arrived at 7:10am and the place was already PACKED.
GO VOTE.
GO EARLY.
GO NOW.
I won't bore you with details, as anyone who's read this blog for more than a few posts shouldn't have any trouble figuring out whom I voted for. But! I will share this bit of election funny from John Scalzi, because it pretty much sums up the emotional holding pattern I've been in for the last six weeks:
Aside from not automatically having an inward cringe when I think of the occupant of the White House, that is — is the fact that I will finally get my brain back. It’s been extremely difficult for me to focus on anything but the election since about midway through September, which has not been a good thing; I admit I’ve been one of those people who has been refreshing FiveThirtyEight.com like a rat at a feeder bar and otherwise cruising political sites.
(Full article here.)
And lastly, I present you Jay Smooth's Economics and Annoying Smart Guys and his Poem for the Young Voter.