And now the anxious wait starts...

After much froing and toing, I finally went and voted for myself today. Why not? you ask. Well, I've been getting increasingly worried as election day drew closer (I know that's not good grammar but fuck it). See, I think I have an outside chance, up from no chance in hell. The tory vote is split, since one of them is standing as an independent, and the libdems are standing this snotty-nosed kids whose main talent seems to be to have his picture taken with sundry and all (the one who claimed that I had taken 1000 votes from them last time - typical libdem arrogance. as if I held them at gunpoint, gimme the votes orelse...) Labour isn't even standing. So you see, it might be close. I might not be last. I might even win. Aaaaah!
Honestly though, this morning I completely forgot it was election day. I walked past the polling station and wondered what all those people (well, a few anyway) were doing there, and then it hit me.
I might cycle up to Cambourne (if you can even get there on a bike) to see the vote count tomorrow. Else I'll have to worry until they put it on the web. I'm sure I'm fretting over nothing. Surely I can't win. Can I?