After work today, I went out and voted in the special election for Fulton County Commissioner. This was a hassle, but I'd feel like a hypocrite otherwise.
Because the poll location isn't particularly close to any MARTA station and the Route 10 bus didn't happen to come by on Peachtree Street, I ended up walking over there, which took around 25 minutes. When I got there, it took a couple of minutes to fill out the voting form.
Once I got my electronic voting card, it took me like 30 second to vote, because all I did was stick in the card, click Start, pick my candidate, and Cast Ballot. Then I gave back my card and got a sticker.
It was so fast, it was scary almost!
I wanted you. And I was looking for you. But I couldn't find you. I wanted you. And I was looking for you all day. But I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you. You're walking. And you don't always realize it, but you're always falling. With each step you fall forward slightly. And then catch yourself from falling. Over and over, you're falling. And then catching yourself from falling. And this is how you can be walking and falling at the same time.
Damn, I love Laurie Anderson lyrics...
One of my meds is giving me hot nightsweats. I don't know how to find out which one. *Glares a pills and demands: "Was it you?!" Ughhhhh, what a suck way to feel in the morning.
Yeah, "LSD Me," as Tit Wrench put it!
Today is so TOTALLY sucking! I hate being a manager, I'm up to my eyeballs in my own work, I've got a huge pile of stuff at home too, I feel SICK and CRAZY because of these pills I'm taking, and our servers are fluking out.
"Life SUCKS! Do me. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! F-f-f-f-f-f-fuck me!"
- Tit Wrench
Where the Hell is Tit Wrench today? Going to have to hunt them down so they can write more soothing (he he) melodies about Saddam Hussein, immigration and Bush (this time, the son). Anybody live near Chula Vista?!
I can tell by how I feel physically and mentally that there is something in the meds I'm taking that's reallllllllllly bent on messing me up. My co-worker Shelley here says it's probably the antibiotic decongestant -- which is fine, as I only am taking that for a few more days. In the meantime, I guess I have to settle with feeling like I could go postal any second. I CANNOT cope with stuff today at all!
I finally figured out how to change my style. Man, for a web designer, I am dumb about this. And look how minimalist it is! I admire the really pretty LJ's, but I kind of like the spare style I think.