The Voting Experience

Stood in a very long line to get into a very tiny buildng with wood paneling on the walls and a strangely built fireplace. Used the very nifty touchscreen voting machine as a very old man stood guard. Wandered back out with Bemo, looked at the even longer line of people, and felt a little tiny surge of pride.

Then made the bad mistake of getting a sausage biscuit on the way into work, and am now feeling queasy. Grease and a powerful decongestant do not go well together.