Not only do I work in Washington, DC, but I work in health care reform, so there was no avoiding Election Day. Especially when I was politically raised in Illinois. Were I worked for a former governor. And started volunteering for campaigns before I was old enough to vote. I come from a long line of political junkies from both sides of the isle, and no matter how badly I wanted to go to bed Tuesday night, there was no way I could go to sleep knowing the gubernatorial race was down to a fraction of a percent.
Old habits die hard, I guess.
Now I'm more involved in national politics, but I still want to go to the local polls as an informed voter. Unfortunately, this year I felt all the information I had was about what a terrible job the other guy would do and not what kind of policymaker the candidate I was looking at would be. Even days later, I still don't know if I made the right decision. I guess that's one of the risks you have to take as a voter. While it might not be pleasant and you might not be happy with the type of legislator the candidate becomes, you still need to take part in the process so your voice can be heard.
I'm getting off my high horse now...
Yeah, so I've gotten a horrible start to NaNoWriMo. It's a good thing it's only a few days in so I can rededicate myself. (Although I guess I have to dedicate myself before I can rededicate myself.)
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