I promise to be in bed in an hour, which might work out to be right around the sugar low of the giant bowl of ice cream that I just ate. It was for the election. Ice cream is the extent of my political involvement. I didn't vote.
The week that my voter registration card proved useless and my car got donated to the Right to Life, I didn't really care about the government. It makes me sad– not that I don't have a permanent address and not that I don't have a car, but that I am less informed about the candidates than the average homeless woman. Whoever gets elected I better learn about, because I'm going to be teaching full time in a little over fourteen months. Somehow my students' president means more to me than my own. I don't think that's a sign of selflessness. I think that's just a sign of procrastination.
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You weren't allowed to vote because of your voter registration card?
Yeah. I realized a little too late that filling out an absentee ballot that said I lived on Borchers Road would be unlawful.
I am glad you did not vote unlawfully. I am against that type of thing.
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