"No one wants to fight me like you do!"

It was pretty quiet and nondescript. There weren't huge lines -- I went at about 3:30, after I got off work. Hell, there wasn't really any line, but I took some time to sit down with a section of the paper about local candidates and make informed decisions. Once I made my cheat sheet, I checked in and got my ballot and thanked the nice old lady and went to a boothlet and voted. I was sad that there was no lever -- we had a bubble-sheet type thing and used a state-issued pencil. I fed my ballot to the machine when I was done and grinned a big dumb grin.

I live in a red state. Hell, I usually live in a red house. And my whole damn house went blue this year. Maybe my state will too.

(ETA: This is in part in response to Chuck Tryon's request to blog our votes, found here.)