Oh, Goddamnit.

I forgot to vote yesterday.

Yes, that's right. I forgot. To vote.

My friend Ces even reminded me, and I said, "Oh shit, that's right" ... and then forgot again.

It was my first day back at work that didn't involve out-of-town meetings, I was burninated from five straight days of solo squidwrangling, and the baby was fussy and the fridge was bare, but holy shit.

At five-thirty a.m. this morning, scrounging frantically through my still-not-unpacked suitcase for earplugs, desperate for sleep (having gotten about four hours for the whole night thus far), I ran across my voter information pamphlet and sample ballot, unread and unused.

I cried. I cried for about half an hour. I cried so hard I woke my poor husband up. I cried myself back to sleep.

At least I wasn't incredibly passionate about any of the races/issues this time, but my God. I forgot to vote. I mean, who does that?! Aside from, you know, sixty percent of Americans.