Happens to the best of us. No reason for shame.
You know... Just to put a endnote here. Lily was a specular dog, and one I was "above" her in her mind for "dealing with bad situations", but Pablo.... He could get the tennis ball from the nasty high surf. Pablo was all man dog.
Because no one was running. I am soooo tired of people who can't be bothered to put in more work than voting complaining like they deserve more.
My pointer Lily had a boyfriend Pablo who was our friends dog. We would dog sit for each other, and... I have no clue what they might get up to, but I could feel Pablo telepathically telling me "you can leave us alone now..."
10 candidates started the primaries. Look, if you don't like the process, RUN, or get involved.
Toss on my sort of "I need to do this thing across the network - Ill make it". (hours of writing complete shit) "Off you go now, lets see how this works out little fella".
I vote upper left. Now THATs a proper goofy dog.
I had one who was WAY too buthole proud. Embarrassing for visitors.