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Election Day 2004 (Otherwise known as “So much for that”)

Yesterday was the day I get to go to class, but it was a weird day. First of all, I was alternately starving and also not at all interested in food. Also, there was the demonic worm of a migraine trying to wiggle its way into my right temple, which normally would be fine, especially when I can nestle down into the driver’s seat in my car and listen to Rhett Miller and other non-angry tunes on the iPod and wear sunglasses. However, the sun itself was toying with the world, coming out and going back again with agonizing frequency. It was a dark kind of day and I was wearing my very dark DKNY sunglasses, so it was too gloomy to keep them on when the sun was behind the clouds but it was much too bright to leave them off completely. Also, I couldn’t just flip them up onto my head during dark moments because they sort of squeezed my head and made the demonic worm chortle in its joy. And also, hungry! Not hungry! I really wanted something from McDonalds, so I got a Diet Coke which turned out to be regular Coke, which tastes like malted battery acid and then I worried that it was a portent of doom for day’s events, but then I was back on the highway and was making such good time that it seemed stupid to turn around and demand a replacement for a $1.30 cup of soda. And besides, I was hungry! So hungry that I wasn’t! Ow, the sun.

Aside from the strangeness that was Tuesday, I really didn’t have much to say in class, which is unlike me. I think it was the headache, although I was also tossing around my future educational plans and how dismayed I am to now learn that UWM only offers an MA and you must get an MA before enrolling as a PhD, but the PhD basically replicates a bunch of the MA classes, in fact, you have to repeat the first 30 credits or so verbatim. So it just seems like rolling a big rock up a hill again and again and again, only to have a crow eat out your liver when you get up to the top. And then the professor let us out early, ostensibly to get to the polls, but since I was in line ten minutes before the polls opened (and still managed to be voter #41 in my normally sleepy little ward), I had already done my part to turn Wisconsin blue on the big electoral map. I just hit the road and did not even stop at one of the delightful yuppy grocery stores to goggle at their decadent cheese displays (because seriously, there is only so much snooty cheese you can have in your house, especially when one of the residents of said house is allergic to milk fat, thank you very much). Well, and also because one of the stores is all natural and vegan foods and I would have felt weird walking around wearing my leather jacket and shoes.

I managed to make it home in an incredible 80 minutes (which must break some kind of space/time continuum, because I wasn’t going THAT much over the speed limit), had an Oreo ice cream sandwich and watched Celebrity Poker on Ricky Fitts and marveled at how Chevy Chase was a stone cold bitchass sore loser to Shannon Elizabeth instead of making myself tense by watching election returns.