I am defiantly eating a nice plate of Caribbean take-out --
jerked chicken, spicy shrimp, black beans, yellow rice, and fried plantains. Cuz I worked my b! off this week for 2012, which isn't frickin gonna win itself: you pretty much name it, I pretty much did it this week, whether or not I'm competent. And if 2012 isn't ready to thank me yet, I just gonna have to thank me my own scurvy self
End of today, after dark, I grab a woman, standing there waiting for somebody. She's toting one big bag of dogfood, plus a purse that was also almost as big as the dogfood bag. And I somehow convince her to register to vote. Why she even talks to me, I'll never know. She fumbles in her purse for something, and I helpfully offer to hold the big bag of dogfood. And the moment I take it she says, There's my daughter! Hold on! I'll be right back! and runs down the block to retrieve an adorable grade school girl. So I'm standing there holding this big bag of dogfood. Eventually, it occurs to me to follow her, so I stroll along with my voter registration clutched in one hand and this big bag of dogfood balanced on my other arm, and finally we meet up again, and her daughter jumps up and down complaining how cold it is, and I promise to be quick as I can, and whoa! the little girl can rattle off mommie's name and address and phone number faster than mommie can! So we finish right soon. Then the woman apologizes for running off like that. And I'm totally captivated by her munchkin, and I really like her mommie's attitude Holy shit! There's my daughter! The hell with my big bag of dogfood! The hell with voter registration! The hell with this goofy guy holding my big bag of dogfood! There's my daughter! Well, really, what's not to like about that? So I just tell her I think she has exactly the right priorities and she should get her card in the mail within thirty days 
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