We didn't vote to get into this isht, so we won't vote to get out.

I'm at work and in-between somewhat maniacally checking CNN.com and Google news and Swingstateproject.com while also shoveling taco salad in my mouth. It's my equivalent of the World Series or Super Bowl. And much like those sports occasions, life on the planet won't change dramatically the day after. But in the moment, I'm completely enraptured and anxious.

I find the phrase "taco salad" ridiculous. But also yummy.

This morning I wasn't terribly prepared to vote in my usual fashion. I had the list of 'bad judges' written out messily on a post-it note, but then when I got to the booth it seemed to tedious, so I found the few judges I knew and voted 'yes' and voted everyone else 'no'. However, some of the judges were running unopposed and they were on the 'bad' list and I couldn't check 'no', I had to write in a vote for someone else. So I did. Specifically, I wrote in dommeyourass. In two different races.