No, I'm not kidding.
I go to our polling place, and the little old lady takes my driver's license and my information. She starts to explain how to operate the voting machine, and I cut her off, saying I've been voting in New York for 20 years. She expresses shock that I'm that old. In her defense, I was wearing a denim jacket, jeans, and a "Joba Rules" Yankees shirt. In her lack of defense, she was holding my driver's license. *chuckle*
Anyhow, I get into the voting booth and pull the lever to the right -- and I stare.
For a brief shining moment I considered voting for Joe Biden, who's still on the ballot in New York (as are Edwards and a bunch of others), as he's the candidate I can most get behind. He'd never be elected in a million years because -- well, because he's batshit insane, but I think that's just what the Oval Office needs.
But I got over that, and stared some more, and finally I pulled a quarter out of my pocket. As a writer, I'm a firm believer in alliteration, so it was heads for Hillary, leaving tails for Barack.
It was tails.
I clicked the thingie under Obama's name, pulled the lever to the left, and went on my merry way.
As I type this, Clinton's the projected winner in New York -- which, frankly, isn't a surprise, since we're the ones who sent her to the Senate in the first place. (And they're projecting the same for Obama in the state that sent him to the Senate....)