And poor Bear's flared dog ass. The only time that the wind is at my back is when I'm walking Bear. This is a comfort to me, and an embarassment to Bear. As she gets older, her hind end is getting a lot of long white hair, kind of like old man nose hairs. As I was walking her last night, it was flared out like the vapor trail behind a supersonic jet.
Voting was a disaster last night. I was at school from 7:30 to 5:00, then went to what was supposed to be my polling place. I used Dan's link for precinct locator to be a 21st century guy. After waiting in line for about fifteen minutes, they tell me that I am not on their lists. Apparently I'm in a different area and have to go to a different location. Unfortunately, I'm out of time, as I have to leave to get to my university classes. I get home that night with fifteen minutes to spare, but chicken out, as I would have to go through the projects. Voting is important, but so is not getting mugged. I'm feeling really guilty. I missed the last presidential because of Peace Corps inefficiency (late absentee ballots, idiot country director who denied us the opportunity to go to the embassy, etc.) I just feel like a non-voter.