I have voted.
Crossed my fingers.
Thrown salt over my shoulder.
Ate a teaspoon of black-eyed peas from a barbecue restaurant.
Sent all my less-politically-inclined friends (in three states) a text message that said, "I know y'all always tired when you get off work, but please stop to vote!"
Rattled off one of those, "God, if you just let..." prayers that my mom and pastor would kill me for. I should admit, those haven't worked too well in the past--I don't think I have much to bargain with when it comes to God.
And now, feeling better, but still a bit tired, I'm going to wrap my hair back up and unapologetically get back in bed.
Update: Moksha describes the hellish wait between now and tonight.