Election Day!

Can you smell it in the air? It’s election* day! Sorry, what? You don’t care either? Well, that makes two of us. M, on the other hand, is extremely excited. She claims this is one of the few days she looks forward to! She got off work at 7am this morning and promptly went to cast her vote for the next Prime Minister. Yes, believe it or not, M stayed conscious long enough to go down to our local elementary school and let her opinion be heard.

She sent me a text asking if I went to vote today. I told her that no, I had not. She was appalled. I explained to her that I do not have a proof of address and therefore, cannot vote. I will be honest, if I could have pulled off going to vote completely seamlessly, I would have. But, due to my living arrangements, I do not have a proof of address – all my mail gets sent to work. I know in my heart that if I truly wanted to go vote badly enough, I probably could have - with much explaining and paper work - but let me be frank, I don’t care that much.

I don’t understand how M can care so much about her country but so little about every other thing in her life. She grilled me endlessly about why I am not voting and simply wouldn’t let up about how my vote matters. I have only ever seen her get this passionate when she is talking about her bitch of a cat that stays at her mom’s. I guess the two things that light M’s fire are cats and government.

M and S’s sister J came by this evening and huddled up on the couch to watch the election results. They were like two little kids watching the Macy’s Day Parade. Bright eyed and bushy-tailed, they watched the numbers for the parties go up and up and up – and then J gets a phone call. It’s B, and she’s had another medical mishap and needs a ride to the hospital. Since this blog isn’t about B’s regular trips to the hospital, I won’t go into details about the event but it is important to know that she went to the hospital because…

I went back home to grab a change of clothes and head back to the hospital to see B. When I got home, M asked me if I have a discman, to which I replied, “Um… I don’t think so.” I definitely do have a discman but it has no batteries and is buried in my closet somewhere – plus, I am in a rush trying to get back to the hospital so questions about portable fucking music players are not the first thing I want to be answering. I ask why she wanted to know and she told me that she is making B a cd of songs so that she can listen to them as she snuggles in to go to sleep. This is a very thoughtful and kind gesture, but you should know that the songs M was putting on this cd were the furthest things from “soothing.” We have some ac/dc, Rihanna, Lady Gaga, and B’s favourite song of the moment, Let it Rock.

I skipped ahead of myself a little there. Since B was not really in any condition to stay at her place alone, we decided that she should spend the night at mine. The good thing is, M was working a graveyard shift that night, so her room was vacant. Only problem is, B absolutely refused to sleep in M’s bed. I don’t blame her. As soon as the idea came up that she could sleep there, I knew she’d be horrified. M’s room smells so strongly of hair spray and mold that I try to be in there for a maximum of three minutes before leaving. Also, she has not vacuumed her room since we moved in, which was 1 year ago.

*Please note that yes, I know that today is not actually election day but this was written on that day, I’m just a little late posting it. :D