Get up early to vote early because I have other shit to do today. Wait in the cold for a half hour. Get up to the front of the line only to be told that my polling site had been moved for my assembly district, and my assembly district only, this morning, with no notice except a little-ass paper sign that was folded in half by the wind. As the poll worker ushered me outside a bird took a truly gigantic dump all over me. Covered in partially wiped off bird shit, go to the correct polling site. I wrote in La Riva. So glad to participate in the glorious democratic process.