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Voted.

Was surprised and disappointed by the number of local positions that were one candidate only...it doesn't seem like a real election if you don't have to /choose/ between at least two people. The liberal in me glummed over the fact that all of the non-disputed positions were Republican, too.

After voting, went and had lunch at a new place. Probably a mistake. Good food, but a little overpriced, and the service was very slow. Of course, they were dealing with an unexpected slam of customers, but I have to admit that I wasn't terribly impressed. And I'm easy, when it comes to restaurants.

Found out what is wrong with the car, hereafter named Cassandra: she's insane. No, I'm not kidding. Her computer crashed, and is giving out all sorts of crazy error messages, hence the warning light. Also, something called the 'dog bone' is messed up, and needs to be replaced. *sigh* I haven't even asked how much I owe for that, yet.

Oh, and I locked myself out of my house.

So, all and all, this day has not improved my mood at all. I kind of just want to go get some hot chocolate and some comfort movies and curl up.

Pet Peeve

Growl.

Not that most of the people reading this have my number, so this little mini-rant will be completely unrelated to any of you. But you have to understand that my house has an answering machine, but it rarely gets to answer anything. Instead, my grandfather picks up the phone. This is mostly because my father calls roughly five times a day for the silliest reasons. But that's another rant.

Anyway. My grandfather typically answers the phone. If I'm not here, and it's for me, /he won't ask for a name/. He thinks it's rude. So, I get home from taking a walk, and get told, "The boy called."

The what? Who? Which boy? I know more than one, although only rarely do any of them call. None of them call often enough to be THE Boy, so I'm completely clueless. And The Boy, whoever he was, didn't want to leave a message, or a number, or volunteer his name. Just said he'd call back.

So. Now I'm both curious and annoyed. Curious, because it might actually be someone that I'd want to talk to, and annoyed because it's probably some random election volunteer telling me to get out and vote, but I can't leave the house because I don't know which one it is.

Moral of the story? Be a champ, leave your frickin' name.