It was like a Brave New Kafka-esque Orwellian World Filled with Old People
You try to register to vote when you have no utility bills in your name whatsoever, your dirver's license lacks an up-to-date address, and your roommate may never come home.
Well, he came home, but it was pretty fucked up until then.
Long story short, I voted. I was one of 261 at my location when I did (around 6:45 PM). That's more than a little sad.