Day 13

Today I worked 12 hours, and then drove another four so I could be in Oregon.

So I can vote.

I considered not bothering, but then realized I was unwilling to sacrifice a few days worth of time to help dictate who will be the leader of my country for the next four years. And that proved to be entirely unacceptable and lame. So I’m here, and I’m going to vote. And then I’m going to pray. Don’t be a pansy, and vote.

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2 thoughts on “Day 13

  1. Probably because I made no reference to the association between voting and and metamorphosis into a flower. Purely slang.

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