and, to an extent, sickens me.

as a side note: when i sat down apparentally my bladder shrunk, but im not going to go yet. hence, what i say will be rushed and somewhat frustrated not only because of the apathy and what else i shall say, but also because of a shrunken bladder.

thanks.

i'm going to let a secret out now. i work on a college campus.

today i heard, multiple times that "this shows me that my vote does not count."

i heard "i may not vote again."

i heard "i didnt register."

i heard "i didnt feel like driving an hour there and an hour back just to vote."

if anything this election should show you that your vote does count. when you say "my vote does not count" i'm led to believe that what you're actually saying is "the guy i voted for didnt win. it must be unfair."

if you take the percentage of people on this campus who did not vote, and then magnified it to a state full, you have enough to sway the percentage one way or another.

my damn left foot your vote does not count.

when you say you didn't feel like driving two hours just to vote, you're saying you don't care about the rights and regulations that are impressed upon you. you are saying that there is nothing out there that you believe in.

and let me say this: if you did not vote, i don't want to hear you complain. you gave up that right.

i am not republician. i am as far away from republician as you can probably get. i am scared. a republician congress, a republician senate.

possibly a republician supreme court.

i am scared for the environment. i am scared over big business overtaking us. i am scared for gay rights. pro choice. capital punishment.

and everything else.

but see, im not scared enough. im not scared so i would say, yeah, its over.

no. the exact opposite.

i am now, more than ever, ready to get out there fight. i am now going to get people registered and out there voting. i want them to see their vote counts. i want them to see their vote is moving the nation.

hell people.

im sad. and angered and upset and disgusted and everything.

and yeah, im going to have to go into politics now.

changing the subjects because my bladder has regained normal size:

a conversation i had with my boss lady will be following my brief set up.

she gave me the job of untangling a phone line, so i untangled it and began winding it up. when i got to her, i handed it over. about twenty minutes later she handed it to chip... i think thats his name... to make it look pretty. i speak first.

"so you didnt like the job i did?"

she chuckles

"i see how it is."

"don't be sad, im not trying to-"

"i'm going to cry tonight."

laughs

"i'm going to cry myself to sleep."

"oh god."

"i'm glad i have two pillows. maybe that will-"

"will you stop it?"

said, of course, laughingly.