till the polls close here and I allow myself to turn on the radio. It's at the point, I think, where I can't read the f-list. I had an appointment between 7-8 this evening so I thought I was covered for the last of my "media fast", but it got cancelled.

I have Anchor Steam and Goldfish, my favorite "nail-biting" snacks. I think I'll have a wee bit of dinner, though, and see where Maggie has gotten herself off too.

As a note, I drove by my polling place (I already voted) and even in my tiny, out of the way polling place there were two people with "No on 8" signs on the street. I honked and waved.