Until a confusion in the fic I just read, I hadn't actually realised that "patron" was one of those words--what are they called? That also mean their opposite? Like "cleave"? But not "raze"--that's just a false alarm.
It's weird the things you technically have the information for, but don't think of.
How long is the line for you, Aurelia? Where are you?
My phone still has plenty of life but my stomach is grumbling. There is a vending machine but I'm trying to resist. The dozen or so people ahead of me stopped following the line and parked themselves on some bleachers. It's an unruly looking line.
I have a sarameg cutiehead. Bailey approves.
Something like 20 still ahead of me, I think. I'm at the Broadway armory.
I'm going to go old school and vote Tuesday. Will bring the kindle.
But I live right across the street so if there are long lines I can swing by with some donuts or something.
Good idea. Here I think water would be appreciated the most and I have a nice rolling cooler. It gets pretty hot in line.
This is my first time voting early. Next time I'll vote before the last day of early voting.
10% battery left. But I'm getting close.
Tuesday we're hanging lights for Christmas Carol then I'm seeing a show at Lookingglass. I don't want to count on getting up early enough to vote before work 'cause I know me.