vakkotaur

2 November 2004

I got up an hour early to get to the polls nice and early. I got there a bit after I'd planned, about 10 minutes early. The hallway at the Knights of Columbus hall was already fairly crowded, but there was just enough room for a few more folks to wait inside. More were soon waiting in the entryway, and it wasn't much longer that the line ran outside.

At 7:00, things opened and the line shortened quite fast as it was dividing between four wards of two precincts each. Despite my being back in the line, I was the first to get to the place for my precinct and had no problems. When I'd finished, the room was fairly crowded, but there were no more lines in the hall. Also, there was a fair amount of traffic (well, by Fairmont standards) but not jammed up at all. I was out of the parking lot and driving back home by 7:15.

Okkay, time for another post, with a very different subject.

Current Mood: determined

Tell me something.
Tell me (almost) anything.
It can be true.
It can be a lie.
It can be a damned lie.
It can be a statistic.
It can be an anecdote.
It can be an antidote.
It can be a receipt.
It can be a recipe.
It can be a hope.
It can be a dream.
It can be a nightmare.
It can be a vision.
It can be what you had for breakfast.
It can be what you wish you'd had for breakfast.
It can be a cleaner.
It can be clean.
It can be risque.
It can be a joke.
It can be a disaster.
It can be a comedy.
It can be a tragedy.
It can be serious.
It can be silly.
It can be a euphemism.
It can be a quotation.
It can be a mis-attribution.
It can be one thing.
It can be many things.
It can contain multitudes.
So help me, it can even be a wretched sports score.
Or even country music lyrics.
Or even bad poetry.