It's Election Eve

And I feel like crap again, so that means Steve is my bitch. It's a good thing my polling place is literally across the street so I can crawl there on my hands and knees if I have to, as long I don't get run over by a streetcar.

Today is going to be kind of a running dialogue, there's a lot to talk about, like this:



And this:



And of course lots of this:



Lest Steve opens his big fat, contemptuous yap when he's feeling tired. And since when did Quebec City become Florida?